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Subject: [Chaos and Co.] More Intros
Date: Fri, 7 Apr 1995 12:40:48 -0700
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As the two wanders settle in, the barmaid carries over a tray of steaming 
meat and fresh baked bread, along with two stoneware mugs of ale, and 
sets it down on the table. She leans down and whispers something in the 
warrior's ear. He smiles a warm smile and hands her a coin which glitters 
briefly in the brief instance before she pockets it. As the barmaid 
returns to her work, the warrior dips his finger into the ale and 
draws a simple rune on the smooth surface of the table, quickly wiping it 
out with the flat of his hand once the dancer has seen it. Both of them 
smile briefly at each other and relax a little, paying less attention to 
the door and more attention to the food in front of them.
  As they begin eating the colored scarf around the dancer's neck shakes 
itself as if waking and slithers down her arm and onto the table. Gently 
unfurling its gossamer wings, it takes off to hover a few inches above the 
table. The slender serpentine body is covered in a dense multicolored 
fur, and as it yawns, fangs like tiny daggers are visible in its mouth. 
The dancer tosses it a few of the rawer pieces of meat, which it quickly 
snags out of the air. The meat makes a visible bulge as it moves down the 
creature's sword length body. Sated it settles itself back around its 
master shoulders and returns to a quiet sleep. 


	"Conserve ammo, shoot straight, watch your back,
       		and never ever cut a deal with a dragon."

	Said by an unmarried princess to her maid:
	Princess: You know, I really hate the springtime.
	Maid: 	  Why, my lady?
	Princess: Because the knights keep getting shorter and shorter.
		-By Me (and no I'm not getting enough sleep)
	                               Sir John
        	             <sirjohn@u.washington.edu>