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From: dementia@oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Kabalt enters
Date: 4 Oct 1995 13:54:27 -0700
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 - USA
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The door to the Dragons Inn is pulled slightly ajar, and a figure
standing outside peeks in cautiously. Suspicious eyes scan the crowd,
and then the door closes again. No one is paying sufficient attention
to make out the whispers from behind the door. Finally, the door
swings open, and two men make their way into the inn, the smaller
one walking in front of the larger one. Both are dark-skinned, with
bristly dark hair cut short. Well-travelled men would recognize them
as Puji, the strange race that inhabited the isle of Antyme, by
their dark fish-like eyes, and the sharp birdlike talons they had
in place of hands. The first one is weary, but fights to hide it.
The second one is similarly weary, but it is lost in his purposeful
walk and intense gaze. The second one has two swords belted at his
waist, the shortsword/longsword combination that implies some
importance on Antyme.
	The first one finds a table, and looks at the second.
"Kabalt?" he asks quietly. The second looks at him and nods slightly.
"It will do." he says. "Moro will send word to us here...all we
can do is wait." They sit.
	"Shall I see to our rooms, Kabalt?" the smaller one asks.
He says it in a tone that is infused with weariness, and Kabalt
shakes his head. 
	"No, stay here. Rest yourself." He scans the room, then
turns back. "As it is now, we have no hurry."

Kabalt
-- 
Don't feed the chickens!