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From: Sir John <sirjohn@u.washington.edu>
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Subject: [Chaos and Co.] An arrival
Date: Mon, 10 Apr 1995 12:21:27 -0700
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!*WHAM*! The heavy door of the inn flings its self open and a green 
scaled lizardman squeezes himself through the doorway. A broad axe 
chipped from a black stone is carried in a worn leather harness over his 
back and around his waist is a series of pouches made from a variety of 
furs. He stomps over to the table and whumps down into a chair. "Sara, 
Samuel so glad to see you. Wasn't sure when you would get here so I got 
the barmaid to bring you something." Sara looks up from her meal with a 
smile on her face, "Grimlok if you break that chair you have to pay for 
it. So what kind of jobs have you found for us?" "None so far that sound 
particularly exciting, but I have a few more people to talk to. And by 
the way where is Freya." Samuel looks up from his meal "She 
went looking for some herbs to replace the ones you ate last week. Now 
truthfully what are the chances of us finding work here." "I really do not 
know. There are alot of adventurers here in town right now and all of 
them seem to be looking for work. I have already rented two rooms here 
for the upcoming week, but if we do not find work before the week is up we 
will have trouble finding a place to stay on the amount of funds 
we have left. I guess I better go look once again." With that 
Grimlok stands up and stomps back out of the Inn. Sara turns to 
Samuel with a worried expression on her face. Before she can say anything 
Samuel shakes his head and leans over to whisper something in her ear. 
She glares at him and then with a slight smile on her face goes back to 
her meal.

	"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>