Handoff
by Alan Clark
One dark and stormy night, PCs are shaking off the rain at a table in the back corner of a boisterous inn. Suddenly the door bursts open, and in comes a tall, wild-looking man who is obviously a wizard, because A) he's flying rather than walking, and B) he's enveloped in a nimbus of pale scarlet flame. As astonished patrons gape at the intruder, a traveler at the table next to the PCs gasps, "He's found me!" Tossing his pouch to a PC, he hisses, "Don't let him have this, no matter what." He then attempts to reach the back door unnoticed, but the wizard sees him and strikes him dead with a spell. The terrified crowd clears away as the wizard lands by the body and quickly searches it. "It's gone!" he shrieks, glaring around the room. "Who took it?"
(Originally appeared in Re:Quests!, issue #31, August 1993, p. 46; Mary H Kelly, editor.)
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