From alt.pub.dragons-inn Wed Aug 10 10:40:15 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7497 Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!olivea!charnel.ecst.csuchico.edu!nic-nac.CSU.net!usc!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!ieunet!tcdcs!news.tcd.ie!jodohrty From: jodohrty@tcd.ie (Mithrandir Thrice Born) Subject: Just popping through Message-ID: Sender: usenet@news.tcd.ie (TCD News System ) Organization: University of Dublin, Trinity College Date: Tue, 9 Aug 1994 14:42:31 GMT Lines: 41 He didn't make anywhere near as grand an entrance as many thought he might. He wasn't nearly as flash as some people might have suspected. His dress was outlandish, but anyone who walks into a medieval-style bar wearing a T-shirt and jeans generally is considered to be outlandish. He didn't stride up to the bar purposefully, he glanced around, looking for a face that he knew, someone from the crowd, a friendly soul. None presented themselves, but then again, it was a dark shadowy inn. With eighteen corners. No, our hero walked in a distracted manner, watching his shoes and the floor more than anything else. He reached the bar and ordered a drink. The drink wasnothing special either, the usual fare. Quietly, he looked into his drink thinking how long it had been since he and some friends had passed through here, taking the time to weave tales with each other. Having some fun and causing some arguments. That had been a long time past. He recalled bitter argumentss, which he named "flamewars". He recalled sometimes not fitting in. He remembered the good times most of all though. His grand plans and the final tale that arose out of it. A tale (known as threads in these parts) that had put a smile on his face back then. They still did now. This inn, with all it's corrners, had been a home away from home for so long. When so much was going wrong for him, this inn went right. He had much to thank it for. He was younger then, perhaps a little less wise (perhaps not). His life had moved from that time, from that inn, from that city, but the city and the inn continued. He lifted his glass, considering for a moment that perhaps he should shout a farewell to all around. But he smiled, took a drink and grimaced at the taste. He never was one for beer. This was no farewell, perhaps he would return one day, if time allowed, to again weave some tales with fellows. But not for now. For now, there were other things to be done, other avenues to explore. He had commitments that just did not allow the time. "Take care ", he whispered to the world in general, but the world didn't seem to hear. He stood up from his stool, leaving the glass on the bar counter and walked back to the door. This time, he didn't watch the floor, but he watched around, seeing people having fun still. It always was such a place for fun. Finally, he put his havd upon the door and opened it, staring at the world at large. With that, Mithy left.