From: SAAVIK              
To: ALL                 
Subject: Korelyan       
Date & Time: 03/31/91 21:16:53
Message Number 14522

"My God." I mutter softly under my breath when I see that the bar hasn't
been straightened from the night before. One of the barmaids shrugs at 
me. 
"Sorry, Boss. It's been one hell of a morning. We still had sailors in 
here from last night." She smiles apologetically. 
"I want this mess cleaned up now." I reply in a firm tone. I rarely 
use that tone and as I see her wince, I feel guilty. "Just straighten
it up before the noon rush." I say in a softer tone and scan the bar. 
 
My eyes fall on one morph who looks to be in sad shape. His clothes are 
ripped and his eyes hold pain. Moving toward him, I notice that he is 
shivering. 
"Excuse me." I say softly as his eyes widen at me. "You appear to have 
had some trouble. If there is anything I can do, please feel free to 
ask. I am Korelyan, the owner here." He looks suspiciously like he has 
been ravaged by someone. I remember the stories my father told me about 
the abuse that Morphs suffered from humans before we came to the 
islands. I wonder if he has come here to escape from this. 
 
He merely nods apreciatively and I nod back, turning my gaze to another 
ruffled character. He is a wolf morph, still in uniform from some ship,
I surmise that he is a left over from last nights rowdy group. 
I nod to him as well, then walk over to the bar to help clean up from 
last night..... by the looks of the growing crowd, it was going to be 
good business today.