From: THRUD               
To: ALL                 
Subject: Aalborg        
Date & Time: 07/24/90 06:50:06
Message Number  6771

  Vafthrudner is unsurprizeed at the aberrant behaviour of the Bongo man
and the extreme rudeness of the williams person. The explosion at the
end of the bar was a bit unusual tho - was that a creature of some sort
that had.....no, nothing could move that fast. Although the giant had 
not spent much time among mortals before, he'd found that such conduct
was rather common. He discarded the sickening Rumpledrink, not upset so
much by having words put into his mouth, but revolted at the childishly
sweet drink. "Another round of Slivovitz to cleanse the palate, good 
sir."
  The turtle was an interesting one - with his uncoodinated movements
and facial contortions he was somewhat reminiscent of the demi-god
Belushi. He'd been a good friend, until he came upon bad times, 
probably due to his assosiation with that Greek fellow, Baccus, 
sometimes known a Magoo.
  The Frost Giant turns back to Angel and eyes her intently. Some how he
must get back to Aalborg and this one has a ship. "So you like Gjolp.
do you? I found her - or she found me- when she was just a cub. She's 
her own master, but she honors me by following me, especially among
men. But upon the ice, or asea, she may be wiser than all of us. Find
her some pickled herring from the place called Robarts and you'll have
a friend.
  Making a decision, the Norse colussos continues, "So where do you
plan to take your fine ship? Let me be blunt - I've gold aplenty to
help outfit her, and I'm as good a mate as ever stood a watch, and 
Gjolp can smell the North Star. I long to enter Fiord Lim and know
that home is near. And there is profit to be made......."