From alt.pub.dragons-inn Fri Apr 21 21:29:43 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8355 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!swrinde!pipex!uunet!news.u.washington.edu!homer07.u.washington.edu!sirjohn From: 'Sir John' J T Calkins Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [Chaos and Co.] Complications Date: Fri, 21 Apr 1995 13:22:09 -0700 Organization: University of Washington Lines: 38 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: nntp3.u.washington.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII As the shadows begin to lengthen, Sara starts putting everything back into the pack which she had shoved under the table. Samuel and Freya quickly collect their gear, and Samuel drops several gold and a few copper coins onto the table. Shrugging bags onto shoulders they quietly file out the door of the Inn and enter the twilight of the city. Standing out front is Grimlock and a bedragled young woman. Grimlock is standing stock still, the only sign of life is the forked tongue flickering in and out of his mouth. The young woman is dressed in leather fighting gear and has a sword sheathed across her back. Around her waist is an utility belt full of various small tools. Her legs are covered in drying mud and the rest of her looks like she had just had a thorough soaking. Seeing the Company exiting the Inn, she starts nervously looking over her shoulder as if hoping somebody would help her, but Grimlock's broad hand on her shoulder keeps her from sprinting down the street. Samuel looks at the two of them with a frown on his face. Waving Freya over to watch the woman, he and Sara step aside to talk with Grimlock. They talk to quietly to hear, but it is obvious that Grimlock is highly adjatated. Finally Sara and Samuel both seem to have gotten the inforamtion they needed out of him, because they turn back to look at the girl. (TBC) (ie To Be Continued) "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