From alt.pub.dragons-inn Wed Dec 20 15:03:46 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8923 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!netcomsv!uu3news.netcom.com!netcomsv!uu4news.netcom.com!starbug.apple.com!genmagic!sgigate.sgi.com!swrinde!cssun.mathcs.emory.edu!pravda.aa.msen.com!nntp.coast.net!chi-news.cic.net!uwm.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!uunet!in1.uu.net!news.u.washington.edu!homer05.u.washington.edu!anichols From: "A. Nichols" Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Azariel at the Inn Date: Tue, 19 Dec 1995 20:11:54 -0800 Organization: University of Washington Lines: 28 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: homer05.u.washington.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII NNTP-Posting-User: anichols The morning sun shines upon the snow as a tall figure in a grey cloak enters the inn. Moving his 180 pound frame across the floor to the bar, Azariel throws back his hood revealing a mane of shoulder length white hair and slate blue eyes. At the bar, he orders a goblet of warmed wine and turns to survey the early morning crowd. The regulars are quietly sipping their drinks and enjoying their quiet morning conversation when, as the barkeep returns with the requested wine, the tall figure removes several platinum pieces and pays for a round of drinks for the house. "Thank you good sir." offers a woman in a rich silken gown. "'Tis no problem at all," replies Azariel, "I seem to have come into a quantity of money which, truthfully, I have no idea how to maintain nor do I have any desires which cannot be satisfied without such moneies. Therefor, I feel best in spending such monies on the good people of this Inn." Just as the last word is spoken another man, a tall dark haired man, enters the Inn and seeing Azariel he turns and leaves. His haste is apparent to all in the bar and he nearly knocks down an old man who is coming into the inn. Azariel leaps to his feet and rushes to the door and throwing three gold coins to the Inn keeper he speaks "Reserve me a room for evening . . . whatever is available ...I'll be back later to settle the bills." With that, the grey hood returns over the white mane and a cold wind blows in the door as the figure of Azariel disappears into the morning snow.