From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R]Radan meets with Amaan, and recieves an unwanted gift...
Date: 29 Sep 92 20:30:17 -0500
Organization: University of Northern Iowa

After the brief skirmish, Radan seemed to lapse into a fit of malancholy.  He
quickly went to his cabin, a small one, but evough room to have maybe three
poeple in the same room, at the same time.  
The captain seemed to be a cheerful man, and he was a bit outgoing and friendly
to all that boarded his ship.  The _Arcus_ was a great vessel, seaworthy, and
time tested.  One of the fastest strongest ships in the region.  An able crew
that were more than happy to do oblige in any way to the passangers, they
should, the passangers were paying their great wages.  The wages on some ships
would only cover half of the crew here.  

        Radan seemed to just hang around his room, he didn't go out much for
the first day of the journey back.  He seemed to have something bothering him.
At first he didn't know what it was, then it dawned on him, all through this
adventure, they all had been together.  But on the last legg of the journey,
there were a few missing.  Rhys, Helios, and Edward were gone, who knows where,
and who knows doing what.  That sort of bothered Radan, and he only wished he
could have stopped it all to save his friends.  Friends, he couldn't really
call everyone friends.  He had only met the lot at the Dragon's-Inn maybe a
week or so ago. Hardly time enough to call friends.  Although, Shade was as
close as he could get to friends.  But in the past few days, and in
retrospective, he figured that all of the people that participated in this
adventure to another country were, in fact, trust worhty friends in the
beginning stages.
        Radan took out a small pack that he had hidden away in his nap sack
with most of his supplies in it.  Out of that small sack, he slowly lifted out
a slender tube.  This tube was a non discript, non ornated, wooden scroll case.
The scroll that was in this tube could not be read, except by Amaan.  Amaan. 
Radan on an impulse, got up, and walked slowly to the door.  Opening it up, he
walked through, and closed it again.  His body seemed to move with out any
volition of its own.  Other passengers just passed by not really caring that
Radan was in the hallway of the passanger deck.  One couple were fighting about
where they should go, the top deck to see the sea, and the sunset, or go back
to the room to have a talk about who *REALLY* wore the "pants" in the family...
        Radan Tsran didn't notice, or couldn't at the time, he had other things
controling his mind.  At the end of the semi-lit hallway, he stopped, turned
and softly knocked on the cabin door.  After a pause, the door opened and Amaan
was sitting at the desk near the port hole.  The room made one comfortable, but
with Radan at this point, everything was comfortable.  Amaan smiled.  
        "Come healer," Amaan said softly,"I have a question for you.  You said
earlier that you had something for me?  I will take it now."
        Radan looked at the man, 'His eyes...'Radan remembered those eyes...
He held the scroll in his hand tightly, and Amaan seemed to get impatient with
him.
        Amaan walked over to Radan and said," I think this belongs to me."  And
the scroll seemed to exchange hands.  Radan didn't notice, he just backed away,
and seemed to shake a little.  He shut his eyes at that moment, and then fell
to one knee, bowing his head.  He shook his head, trying to clear it of the
haze that was clouding his vision.  Amaan motioned to some-one or some-thing,
and it came forward and lifted Radan.  Radan didn't see it coming, and jerked
forward, only to be caught full force by a very solid shoulder-in the stomache.
The force flushed out all the air in Radan and he passed out. 
Amaan took something out of his pocket, and put it around Radan's neck.  it was
a necklace, with a small pendant on it.
The figure that caught Radan in the gut lifted him all the way up and carried
him out the door, down the hall and into his room.  It was a clocked figure,
and there were no distinguishing marks that a passerby would see.

        Later, Radan would wake with a screaming headache and extremely
hungry.  He just went to the wash basin, and cleaned himself up.  He looked
forward into the looking glass, and noticed something odd.  A necklace was
around his neck.  Then he remembered- The Bazaar!  that's got to be it, he had
to have gotten it from the bazaar...
        At any rate, Radan seemed to feel in better spirits, he forgot about
the necklace, and went above deck to see if his friends were about doing
anything interesting...

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Radan Tsran
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