Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Wednesday, 30 Sep 1992 23:10:44 EDT
From: Mike Sander <344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] High Stakes

After Brent had almost given up on Khisanth waking up anytime soon, she
opened her eyes. She told everything she knew about the history of Zebron,
a basically glowing report as Brent had expected.

>[Garriot] "The way I see things, we should find a map of some sort, or
>someone who is knowledgable about Haw.. about our objective.

Brent ignored Garriot's look --he knew all too well that trust was something
to be slowly earned. "Well, the Library should have maps of wherever you may
wish. But beyond that --especially finding someone knowledgable about the
region-- I'm not sure."

>[Kyleen] "It has been a trying day for most of us. I would suggest that
>Khisanth and I, and possibly you, sir take guard for a few hours as the
>rest of you get some rest. Perhaps then, with the wisdom acquired during
>restful times, we will be able to figure out the best course of action."

Brent sighed heavily. "Although you two would probably make guarding a more
pleasant job, and I'm certainly qualified to do it, I'm afraid I must report
in. You should be safe now anyways, especially up here."

He stood up, and turned to leave. As he made his way out, his eyes crossed
those of Mardan. To Brent, the man seemed to contain similar guard training
yet a different general attitude towards it. Of course, that was due
mainly to Brent's "side life".

But before he was out the door, Zebron hailed him and offered a game of
cards. Brent agreed, finding nothing to lose by a quick hand or two. The
first cards are dealt face down. Brent peeks and sees --the Jack of Spades.
Rather ironic. Then the up cards are dealt --two more Jack of Spades!?!
Zebron then presented the options.

'Of course I'd prefer a fellow thief --even the hunted Jaq Spayde-- as an
friend.  But the least he could tell me outright rather than use a rigged
deck. Time for a little turnabout...' Brent mentally concluded.

>He flipped over his card to reveal the Ace of Hearts. Zebron's mouth falls
>open but he maintains enough presense of mind to close it before Brent sees
>it, the latter's attention being focused on retrieving tis winnings.

Brent hidn't need to look to know Zebron's expression. Instead he just made
his departure. "I probably won't return until morning. Until then, there
should be no problems."

After leaving the room, he made his way down the stairs. Then he saw the
montrosity (Blade) at the door. He hoped the Guard --and thus himself--
wouldn't have to be involved. Since he wasn't feeling suicidal at the
moment, Brent chose to take the back door out of the Inn.

[ADMIN: As a public service announcement, there IS a back way out of the
 Dragon's Inn if you want your characters to leave or enter without
 accidently disturbing the plot involving Blade, Meshtak, and Trawm.]

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Michael Sander 344lwkc@cmuvm.csv.cmich.edu
AKA Lancos Erredan, and Brent
SAQ: "I'm out the back door/ Just before midnight"-Winger
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