Chance reached out and drew her glass toward her, taking a careful sip and then
smiled pleasantly, murmuring something about "chartreuse this time..."

"I came back to this place by way of New Orleans this time... that is a city
full of stories, no matter who, what, or when you are... perhaps I'll share one
while we wait?"

~elisabeth

In a message dated Wed, 3 Apr 2002 12:04:05 PM Eastern Standard Time,
"sjolsethrex" <Bynner.Drake@...> writes:


>Rennyb did his usual trick of flopping down into a chair which
>coalesced to catch him, a tribal-looking thing built from Mammoth
>tusks and stretched leather. He drew his legs up, and sat back to eye
>the others.
>
>"So..." he began, conjuring a long-stemmed pipe from the air and
>looking at it curiously like he couldn't quite remember if that was
>what he'd wanted or not, "What news from the far-flung corners of the
>Empire, eh? Any traveler's tales to share? There's beer, and more
>refined spirits besides, if that will ease anyone into the telling..."