A strange new face

[DoS Archive]

From: alearious@aol.com (Alearious)
Date: 23 Feb 1998 18:09:50 EST

The figure stood before the corkboard, smoothing his satin pants and silk shirt. A pipe hung from his mouth, smoking lightly. He looked a few long moments at the postings, the arguements and disputes, and the challenges. "A place where honor is found this is, but only to a limited extent I would say." He whispered to himself in his native language. He knew not how he had arrived in RyDin, but since he was stuck here, he'd make the most of it, and
proove his honor, and his superiority to the mostly human town. He spun on his heels, his orange and black stripped tail smacked lightly against the corkboard, as he walked away. Leaving the soft scent of the pipe as the only evedince of his ever being there.