From: fogelinc@nmr1.Cyanamid.COM (Carl Fogelin)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Denner/Dramic/Kev/Meran/E'Karam] Just Outside
Date: 26 Jan 1993 03:53:22 GMT
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Now that Kevin was outside, the cold air started to revitalize him.  He decided
it was time to take stock of the situation.  First of all, he was not in Boston.
Just one look proved that to be true.  The dirt and cobbled path, the horses,
wooden structures, and the people?  Definitely not Boston.  The SCA was out too.
This was too realistic for even them.  Then a strange thought popped into his
head: maybe he was like Thomas Covenant, popped into a fantasy realm.  Nahh, too
preposterous.

Looking down at his personage, he was still dressed in jeans, plaid shirt,
lab coat.  Well he hadn't changed.  His benefactors were discussing something
amongst themselves... whatever language they were using.  Oh, then there
was that guy in the robe who offered to teach me the local language.  Something
about a Mage's Guild...

'He spoke English!' thought Kevin, and quickly looked towards the Inn's door.
His head spun from the sudden motion and he grabbed the edge of the building
while his equilibrium settled.

>Dramic turned to Meran and E'Karam.  "Damn.  I'm beginning to worry about him.. He doesn't know a thing about this city.  Hope he's not lost."
>
>"Hmm.. you say lost?" Denner's voice echoed from within the stable.
>Whatever dislike Denner had for Dramic after the incident at the Inn, it 
>didn't hold for that other person..  it was more like he was being naively
>led along by the guardsman, and Denner had some bad suspicions about the
>charm; suspicions now floating to the top, considering that he was now
>being reported lost...
>

..

>"Denner Train.  And you're.. Meran Quicksilver? And you.. E'Karam.
> And you... you.. come on, what's your name?"
>
>"I don't think he speaks the language.  He calls himself Kevin."

Hearing his name, Kevin turned to the group and smiled.  It seemed that one
fellow was questioning the guy who was with the drinker.  Was that denial?
Right, and I'm the Queen's grandson, snorted Kevin.

>"So someone probably put a spell on him.  I'd say a curse."
>
>"Then this curse is probably wreaking havoc on him right now and he's wandered
>off lost in a strange city.  He's in trouble." E'Karam said.
>
>Denner nodded.  "Let's go find him, then, and see what we can do.  And you,
>Dramic..." Denner turned with a glint of accusation in his eye. "What do
>*you* know about all this?"
>
>Dramic waved his hands in concern. "I didn't know anything about any magic!
>I thought he was just some fellow at the guardhouse who could drink a lot.
>I didn't know I was causing him trouble, in all honesty..."
>
>"Hmm." Meran murred. "I think it's time for you to take responsibility for
>your actions."
>
>"Right.  Let's go look for Kalendraf, then, and see what we can do."
>Denner took a few steps, then stopped and looked around at the falling snow.

Some decision seemed to have been made.  Well, Kevin would tag along until
he had a better idea what was going on.

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