From alt.pub.dragons-inn Tue Jan 17 11:28:59 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8069 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news.sprintlink.net!peernews.demon.co.uk!pipex!pipex!warwick!news.shef.ac.uk!newsmaster@sheffield From: E.A.Laycock@sheffield.ac.uk (Liz) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [at the inn] is there anybody out there? Date: 17 Jan 1995 16:07:32 GMT Organization: Sheffield Uni Lines: 32 Message-ID: <3fgq04$mt3@hippo.shef.ac.uk> References: <3fd9qb$42h@hippo.shef.ac.uk> NNTP-Posting-Host: pc041120.shef.ac.uk X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.92.1 In article , mdevries@julian.uwo.ca says: > > Hesitantly, Tyloril entered the inn. > Once at the bar he ordered some wine and turned to survey the >room again. Most had their eyes cast downward to filled plates or their >heads huddled together in conversion. Only one appeared to notice >him. A woman sat alone at the table. She was cleaning something, but >her hand covered most of it and all Tyloril could see was the occasional >glint of silver. Her grey eyes moved about the room casually, stopping >occasionally, then continuing to roam. Sometimes, the gaze would fix >on him then dart off again. Tyloril brought the glass up to his lips, >deciding what he should do next. > >Tyloril Sleeath lookes up, she had noticed the elf walk in, and curiosity got the better of her. She determined to catch the elf's eye and invite him to the table. SHe checked her glass, quickly drained it and slipped out from behind the table and headed over to the bar. Ordering another dring she smiled (which made the pale scars show slightly more than usual) and said With that (and looking a little uncomfortable, as if asking for company was not a usual thing) she placed a few assorted coins on the bar, and walked back to her table, seating herself against the wall again. She gestures for the elf to sit with her, there are no other people at the table. Sleeaeth