Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Alfvaen) Subject: Nirvan: [Low City] listening to the grapevine Message-ID: <1992Jun10.183445.16235@kakwa.ucs.ualberta.ca> Date: Wed, 10 Jun 1992 18:34:45 GMT The tale of Kron had been carried around a fair bit in Low City the past few days. Nirvan had, of course, been the first to hear of Kron's arrest, having been right there. If it hadn't been for that big black warrior, he wouldn't have heard anything--Niran certainly owed him for that. It'd been the most profitable story Nirvan'd ever uncovered. There'd been enough who hated Creft that Kron had become, even though a Guardsman, a minor hero. Nirvan had also, by luck, been the first to hear of Kron's acquittal and dismissal from the Guards. He was enjoying this--Kron was going to make him rich! He wasn't as sure about Iglyarch, who'd taken Creft's place. With Creft, at least, you knew where you stood. If you stood in his bad books, you were dead. That was simple. But Iglyarch was slimier, somehow. Nirvan'd heard several grisly stories about him, none of which had the ring of truth but all of which had the ring of conviction. He'd had a great thought last night. The black man had gone into the Dragon's Inn, someplace where Kron was well-enough known for Panarchus to go seek him out. (He'd seen Panarchus in Low City a few times. That was a bit of information Nirvan kept for himself--he wanted to find out what >that< was all about.) He'd even left a message for Nirvan to contact him there. That got him a few weird looks, it did. Some black man from the Dragon's Inn looking for Nirvan? Lent to the mystique, though. But if the black man was in the Dragon's Inn, maybe he knew Kron, or somebody who could get in touch with Kron. Because he knew some who'd dearly love to meet the man who'd killed Creft the Fence. The only problem was Iglyarch. Kron had killed Creft, to put him in charge. But Creft had killed the man who'd killed his predecessor, since he didn't want there to be a bad precedent. (Of course, he'd been in Creft's hire anyway, but that was another story.) And nobody, not even Nirvan, knew which way Iglyarch would jump. Nirvan was curious to find out. So that night, he snuck into the Dragon's Inn--child's play, really, especially since that broken pane still hadn't been fixed. He'd written the message out himself, something he was quite proud of. Most of the other kids in Low City didn't even know how to read or write, but Nirvan had picked up at least the basics. His reading was much better than his writing, since he used it more, but this message should be clear enough. He left the message on the bar and crept out the way he came in. Now he had to find out all he could about Iglyarch before that night, so he'd know which way to jump. This could be interesting... -- ---Alfvaen(a.k.a. Aaron V. Humphrey) Canadian Network For Space Research, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada Her hair spilled out like rootbeer... Current Album--Prince:Controversy