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From: E.A.Laycock@sheffield.ac.uk (Liz)
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Subject: [at the inn] 'nother newbie
Date: 10 Jan 1995 08:03:07 GMT
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Sleeaeth woke with a start, cold metal pressed against her back, she 
leapt, flinging her pillow at her assailant and grabbing the knife 
from under the pillow.  Her assailant laughed, grabbing the pillow before
it could do any real harm.  She relaxed, slightly and smiled, showing the
feint white scars on her face.  Her human companion grinned. <How in the
nine did you get in here?> she demanded. <usual way> he shrugged.  The
window was open wide, and a chill breeze blew through. <How's Red> she 
asked, a snort answered her question, the animosity shared by her two
companions was a constant source of amusement.  <I just came by to let 
you know that I've got a task to complete, Red will probably be looking
up some of her Mercinary friends, I'll meet you back here> with that he 
was gone, slipping as agile as a cat out of the window and dissapearing.
Sleeaeth sighed, wistfully after her mentor had gone, better find 
something to do I suppose, she thought to herself, packing her 
belongings, I wonder if anyone is still around from the last night in the
inn, the bard perhaps, or the elven mage.  We'll see.  She packs her 
newly sharpended knives into their various sheaths, and slid off 
downstairs, to see what amusements could be found