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From: 'Sir John' J T Calkins <sirjohn@u.washington.edu>
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Subject: [Sara] A beginning
Date: Tue, 21 Nov 1995 09:49:57 -0800
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Once again the winter winds whip through the streets, blowing snow in to 
deep drifts and sending the few brave people that are out on this night 
racing for shelter. Striding through the storm comes a young lady. She is 
of medium build, and the ends of her long red hair stick out below the 
heavy muffler and cloak she is wearing. She stumbles into the Dragon Inn 
and sits down at a table.  She closes her eyes and relaxes in the gentle 
warmth of the Inn. One of the barmaids smiles and drops off some tea 
in a worn earthenwear mug. They chat for a moment and then the young lady 
shrugs out of her cloak and muffler and surveys the other occupants of 
the bar....



	"Watch your back, shoot straight, conserve ammo,
       		and never ever cut a deal with a dragon."

            <Sooner or later I'll think of something else.>

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