alone in the dark

[DoF Archive]

Date: 9/21/1997 2:17 AM Central Standard Time
From: JCoving607


He strides into the unlocked room. A little surprised as he returns the lock picks to the folds of his over coat. Taking a bottle from behind the darkened bar, he strolls around the silent room, pulling frequently from the bottle as he continually touches his bandsged nose and thoughfully looks around. Seeing the bulletin board, he pulls it off the wall and sits in a corner, reading posts streching back over the years...soon the bottle is empty and he is still there reading, now fingering a little
glass bead which he'd lifted from someone the preceeding Friday..perhaps, he thought, he'd stay to earn the next gem. Carefully he replaced the bullitin board back on the wall and walked back to the bar...nosing around for a while he finds the prize he'd searched for...he takes a long pull off the orcish ale and swiftly reels back spitting the poisonous bile across the room. "How orcs can drink this I'll never know" he mutters to himself, marveling at the potent brew. He leaves the bottle on the bar
and, with a thoughtful look upon his face, climbs the stairs and heads back into the night...