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From: jepeter2@students.wisc.edu (Skatha)
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Subject: Re: Dark Warrior
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Date: 17 Dec 1994 17:21:42 GMT
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In article <3cqlm1$pkl@utdallas.edu>, byer1662@utdallas.edu wrote:

> I'm writing a ongoing story here, and could use some people for my 
> character to react with, so jump in and say hi!
> 
> Trey G. Byerly
> 

--- Sure, I'll give it a try. Enjoy. -Skatha of the Mad City.

 Ranne had been delighted at the odd appearance of the inn's interior, and
would have fought even the Pilgrim himself for the opportunity to stay.
Surprisingly enough, though the Pilgrim was uncomfortable in crowded
places, he had had no disagreement.
 Of course, that evening, he had elected to remain in his room, while Ranne
had gone downstairs to sample to atmoshpere that she had missed while
travelling through the wilderness. For the first time in months, her
stomach was full, her clothes were clean and in one piece, and her
straw-colored hair actually resembled hair, instead of strands of dirty
yarn. Still holding the backpack which contained her father's book, she sat
in the back of the inn, watching the people who came in. Even if she had
been busy, she reflected later, there was no way she could have missed the
stranger's entrance, or his unique appearance.

> His entire outfit was 
> black, from the riding boots and studded leather pantaloons to the odd 
> black chainmail vest he wore.  The vest had a chainmail hood, which was 
> pulled over the face so that all any onlooker could see was shadows.  He 
> wore silver bracers, and an odd-looking bastard sword swung from his left 
> hip.  Twin short swords crossed his back, and a strange looking dagger 
> was strapped over his heart.  His skin got more attention than all of his 
> clothing.  Only his arms were uncovered, but they were a dull gray, and 
> he bright silver bracers he wore only set his skin off further.  He 
> managed to find a table in the corner, and set his back to it, watching 
> the door and the other patrons.  He knew of the looks he was getting, but 
> he had had worse reactions to his skin, so looks and mutterings didn't 
> concern him much.  He growled his order to a serving maid who came to the 
> table, and paid with gold coins stamped with markings none at the Inn had 
> ever seen.  He quickly finished his meal, propped his legs up on the 
> table, and seemed to fall asleep.  Every once in a while, the maid would 
> go to check on him, and she swore to the others that she could see just 
> a glint of his eyes from underneath the hood.

 Ranne, being the daughter of an alchemist, was well used to odd things and
people, and she was intrigued. She gathered her backpack and courage in
both arms and approached the stranger, not quite sure why.
 "Um, excuse me," she said timidly. "Would you happen to know anything
about alchemy - or riddles, perhaps?"