From alt.pub.dragons-inn Fri Aug 26 12:25:54 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7585 Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!src.dec.com!crl.dec.com!jac.zko.dec.com!leggy.zk3.dec.com!orb!not-for-mail From: hutch@ibeam.jf.intel.com (Steve Hutchison) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [CIA - Miro] Looking around Date: 25 Aug 1994 05:58:19 -0000 Organization: Duchy of Wabesylvan Obspauk Lines: 45 Sender: news@Orb.Nashua.NH.US Message-ID: References: In-Reply-To: from "David Womack" at Aug 24, 94 11:18:39 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL11] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit +>"So, Mister Jones, will ye be wantin' me services? There's the wee +>matter of a price." The elf smiles greedily. + +Jones smiles and says to Miro "We probably need you. +The first thing we want to do is go to a warehouse... +...from there, we need to leave quietly...or at +least without anyone following us. We'll get new clothing +there, so that I can dispose of my +'spacesuit'. And I'd really prefer to stay out of the +sewers..." "Ah," the elf replies, glancing at the paper and nodding. "Tis a wee bit harder tae do that, but tis not entirely outside the realm o' possibilities." He smiles, managing to look innocent and friendly by sheer force of will. +Now, +you say the Guard may arrest the 'irritants' outside... +do you have contacts who could arrange for them to +be left in a particularly unpleasant section of the +jail for a few days extra? Of course, for such +efforts...you would earn additional fees for your + professional services. What are your +fees, by the way? The elf blinks and scratches the spot where one strand of red hair has been tied in a long braid. He pulls it forward and stares at it, muttering in elvish. For those who speak elvish, he's understood to be saying, "When I get my hands on thee, milady, I'll show thee the penalty for putting knots into the hair of the holder of the fifth border." For those who don't speak elvish, he's understood to be saying something about rubber wallets. He notices Jones looking at him expectantly. "Call me Miro, lad. Accent on the o. Tis a pleasure to be meeting you and your business partners, I did nae catch the names ....?" He pauses to inspect them closely. [Hint: what do your four characters look like this morning?]