From alt.pub.dragons-inn Mon Aug 15 16:29:55 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7518 Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!spool.mu.edu!agate!library.ucla.edu!psgrain!ticsa.com!orion.didata.co.za!ric From: ric@orion.didata.co.za (Richard Pruss) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: Pointer -> descriptively interactive? Date: 15 Aug 1994 12:53:41 GMT Organization: The Internetworking Company of Southern Africa Lines: 29 Message-ID: <32nogm$ave@ticsa.com> References: <32kvfb$hc0@ticsa.com> <32n35k$of4@hpscit.sc.hp.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: orion.didata.co.za X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL2] Guldur sits down into a vacant chair at Foxmore's table, and with a sincere look of thanks to Jones takes a long draw of his beer. As color slowly returns to Guldur's face he muses to Foxmore; "I guess 'tourist' somes us all up, but as we are well met and ...... no trolls seem to be angrily wading our way. Lets drink and be busy. As to the FAQ I have not seen said hallowed document but I believe those fellows are discussing it." He half points, half waves demissively at two other fellow frowning at each other across a table. ( Guldur's general unkept apperance and some what permanently bewildered expression, come from the burrowing around in many underworld realm's with a continual sense awe and horror. He feels that in too many areas too many people take themselves very seriously. He on ther other hand realises that he is only a thief/fighter/unmetionable horror spawned from gutters on anouthers sub-conscience. ) Guldur hunches forward across the table. He gaze becomes intense. A sly, half grin surfaces throught the dirt and beard. "So, Mr Jones, you seem to have a plan. As a man of combat I'm sure you know that ability and character don't shine through when the chips are down but WHEN THE KNIVES ARE DRAWN." Guldur leans back, rubing his hand together "Profitable enterprise and... Unconventional, sounds most intersting. ? "