From alt.pub.dragons-inn Wed Jan 18 12:38:53 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8071 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news.cac.psu.edu!news.pop.psu.edu!hudson.lm.com!godot.cc.duq.edu!news.duke.edu!hookup!interlog.com!jqs.interlog.com!user From: jqs@interlog.com (James Q. Stansfield) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Arrival Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn Date: Tue, 17 Jan 1995 15:00:28 -0500 Organization: Quixotic Computer Services Lines: 36 Message-ID: References: <3fd9qb$42h@hippo.shef.ac.uk> <3fgq04$mt3@hippo.shef.ac.uk> NNTP-Posting-Host: jqs.interlog.com > 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 you care to sit a while with me, and perhaps share a drink?> > 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 As the elf was lost in thoughts as to join the female at the table or not he failed to notice a newcomer to the inn. In fact almost everyone failed to notice his arrival. It just seemed in everyone's minds that he'd been there all along. Deblar rested himself and made motion to the innkeeper that he'd like something to drink. He soon became lost in thoughts of the old days back in the Northern lands of Ahern and all he'd left behind. He was happier back then. Far away from the manipulations of the Council of Magi. Unaware of the forces that governed the planes. But that was long ago. A cautious hand pressed against his pack and felt the reassuring presence of a book inside. He still didn't believe what he'd done. There would be repercusions. Even now he could picture them finding it missing. Within the half cycle they would fit the pieces together and be after him. Still he had a few moments peace before the hunt began. Deblar took a hearty dose of the brew the innsman had left before him. It had been awhile since he'd tasted any sort of ale. Deblar relaxed himself and watched the confrontation the elf was about to make. --Deblar of Ahern