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From: ric@orion.didata.co.za (Richard Pruss)
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Subject: [CIA ][Guldur] Counsel for International Aid
Date: 20 Aug 1994 15:18:47 GMT
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Guldur notes that quiet rapidly the table had filled up. At Grays rather
disapproving look he tries to neaten himself up.  This is totally
of no avail, mearly showing up other areas of disrepair.
 
"Mighty fine of you to get us a room Mr Jones." says Guldur gulping
 back the last of his beer. He stands up and bowing, rather clumsily,
 to the now quiet sizable gathering; "So, if you would all excuse me.
 I think I will drop my pack in the room."

He gathers up a pack and second sword from under the nearby table, where he
originally been sleeping. 

A young, beaming boy moves over rapidly mops up the area. From his look at 
Guldur most can see the young boy momentarily considers mopping the man,
but then coninues with the task a hand.

The pack, he gathers is quiet large and rune covered, with many pockets.
More in keeping with a mage, than a fighter. Although from Guldur's general
appereance one would not trust him to conjure up a dim glow, never mind
anything usefull.  The second sword on the other hand is clearly his main
weapon.  A four and a half foot long clamour, emaculate and very well looked
after.  Possibly his only item that is in good repair. 

As he moves away it can be seen that Guldur is about six-two feet tall, well
built but like most proffesional adventures, slighty undernourished.
He wears rusty, chain armour over what once may have been a jerkin but is
now just a collection of patches. He has a short sword in a sheath
attached to his belt.  The sheath was definitly not made by a armourer, its
leather being uncured and the stiching as haphassard as those of the patches. 

He winds his way out inn proper, on to his private room.