From alt.pub.dragons-inn Thu Oct 19 10:17:40 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8821 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!uwm.edu!chi-news.cic.net!simtel!news.sprintlink.net!connix.com!connix.com!ajh From: ajh@connix.com (A. H.) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [LoT] a little about Cabot Date: Thu, 19 Oct 1995 00:26:42 Organization: Connix - The Connecticut Internet Exchange Lines: 49 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: alain.connix.com X-Newsreader: Trumpet for Windows [Version 1.0 Rev B] [LoT] Luck of Thieves All rights reserved by the authors, Copyright 1995 ----------------------------------------------- >Jaylor's normally playful personality seemed to change before the >man's eyes, as he turned to talk of business rather then >breakfast. Cabot looked at the returned change. Under most circumstances he would have thought this part of a confidence game. In spite of the sudden transformation he had witnessed in the mans' personality, or perhaps because of it, his gut feeling told him different. Cabot said "Have you ever looked up on a clear night and seen the stars? Have you ever wondered what's up there? I was there amongst them, traveling from world to world on my magical ship." Pausing to see what effect his words had, Cabot continued: "Yes, I know what you think, an old coot, a lunatic. Let me assure you that I am not the latter though the former is arguable. Until a year ago I was a happy man. Then an old enemy attacked and pirated my ship leaving me stranded on this world with but the shirt on my back." Cabot looked at the mans' deadpan face. It seemed he would wait for all of his questions to be answered, an unusual elf indeed. "I seek the magics required to rebuild my ship. The gains to yourself will be an advantageous split, to you, of most of what we find during our search for these magics. But, as I said before, such are not found in the hands of the poor." Pausing to let the last sentence sink in, Cabot saw that it had struck home. "I cannot allay your fears in terms of military as there are those of whom I know only a few that would see me dead or worse. In short, from powerful beings I do hide, for now." Cabot cursed himself silently for starting so ominously. 'Damn it!' he thought, 'he would be straight forward with this man, risky as it may be, but he needed an ally, not a hired hand.' Not wavering, Cabot continued: "Perhaps a little, but not too incriminating, history on your part might help both of us reach a decision?"