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From: 'Sir John' J T Calkins <sirjohn@u.washington.edu>
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Subject: [Chaos and Co.] Freya
Date: Wed, 19 Apr 1995 12:13:38 -0700
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 A young woman is walking along the streets of Generica. She is tall and
muscular with pale brown hair cut just above her shoulders. She is
dressed in tanned hides with a broad sword slung over her back, and a
satchel slung over one shoulder. She stops at several of the
apothecaries in town purchasing a substantial amount of herbs and
potions. As the sun starts setting, turning the horizon crimson and gold, 
she turns back in the direction of the Dragon Inn. Striding in through 
the open door she sits down with her companions without anyone really 
noticing her presence. Turning to her freinds she sees that they are both 
smiling and cheerful. Sara hands for a couple of messages that they had 
recieved over the last few hours. Quickly scanning the missives a smile 
breaks out on her face. "We got a job?"
 Samuel laughes, "It looks like it, and in addition we would have a new 
base to work from. You find everything that we needed?"
 "All except the mugwort and the scrindal root, but a apothycary on the 
north side of town said they would have some by the end of the week."
 "Good. Hopefully we won't need it before them. Grimlock should be back 
with an answer shortly. Want something to drink?"
 Freya noddes and Samuel pours her a tankard of the rich ale. Settling 
back, the three of them chat about the goings on in the city and the 
prospects of the new job.

	"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)

       Copyright, 1995, Johnathon Calkins. All Rights Reserved.
	                               Sir John
        	             <sirjohn@u.washington.edu>