[Bêthberry]

The Innkeeper, however, did not succumb to the Elf's siren song. She strode resolutely over to Estel the Descender, who had been warned previously about monopolizing the Inn for small group interactions rather than developing a game proposal. This time he had even taken over other gamers' characters, to an excessive extent. She picked him up by his collar, walked him out the door and over to the stables.

There, she handed him a shovel and pitchfork.

"Don't come back to the Inn until the stalls are mucked out. And when you come back, have that game proposal ready."

The Innkeeper then returned to The White Horse, where the assembled guests did not appear to be too surprised at her actions, for they understood the purpose of the Inns.

"Stories need to go somewhere and so do posts at Inns; they cannot be longterm social gatherings, for two reasons. First, that becomes boring for readers, who want to see rising and falling action, plotlines, some problem and its resolution. And second, intense small group interactions tend to restrict the posting of other gamers at the Inns, and they need a place to generate their ideas, too," she announced to the patrons.


Bethberry looked around. She was sure that no other patrons wanted to join Estel in mucking out the stable. They had more important things to do, such as trying out new characters or writing their own game proposals. There was a new thread up to make the form easy to find. She was sure they could see it.

Helping herself to a pot of tea, the Innkeeper then walked back to her desk near the wordhoard, calmly, and began some new writing of her own.

Bethberry

[ December 17, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]