Subj : None To : All From : dhd10@cornell.edu Date : Sun Sep 03 2000 04:41 am From: dhd10@cornell.edu Subject: None > > The bracers shake lightly once, but nothing more. As Samar makes his way off the docks, a bony hand lands on his shoulder, halting him with surprising force. > > 'Chasing off the rabble is commendable, young man, but hardly a favorite pass-time of someone with your taste in clothing. Your pass, please?' > Samar starts when thehand is laid on his arm, and he almost draws a dagger, but stops himself in time. He frowns before he can control, wondering why his bracers gave him no warning, then decides this musn't be a serious danger. He smiles at whoever laid the hand on his shoulder, and pulls back a step, away from the direction he was headed, trying to withdraw himself from the hand. OOC: if the hand follows him he will give it (and its owner) a disgusted look before continuing. He then shrugs, and gets to the point (as he sees it) "I am sorry sir, but I am new here, and wasn't aware that a pass was required. However, I do have a letter of recomendation to ... (ooc we never did go over the details for this). While I can't open it for you for obvious reasons, if you would deign to accompany me to ..., you will see that I will, in fact deliver it there. Is this sufficient?" (Sorry for the delay) -- |Fidonet: dhd10@cornell.edu |Internet: scott@conchbbs.com | | Standard disclaimer: The views of this user are strictly his own. --- # Origin: (1:106/357.99) * Origin: ConchGate (1:106/357.0) .