Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: patchman@wpi.WPI.EDU (Peter Bruce Harper)
Subject: Brycur's Story
Message-ID: <1992Jun17.162036.10663@wpi.WPI.EDU>
Date: Wed, 17 Jun 1992 16:20:36 GMT

Brycur eases back in his chair and fixes Luthor with a knowing stare.
"My story is also an unhappy tale, though not nearly as sad as yours.
Nor is it the most exciting tale you'll ever hear.  I was born in a small
farming village far to the south named Storlan.  My father died when I was
3, died defending our village from a band of marauding ogres.  My mother
was thus left alone to care for myself and my older brother John. 
     "When I was ten my mother became very ill so myself and my brother 
were left to care for the farm.  My mother mas a strong soul, she managed
to survive for two years before finally succumbing to her ailments.  After
her death my brother and I managed to maintain the farm for a few years
but it sound proved to be too much for two young lads such as we.  So,
we sold off the farm for what little we could get and set out into the
world in search of adventure."
     Brycur lifts his mug and drains it and one large gulp.  He then sighs
and calls to the barmaid for another.
     "We travelled far and wide, joining up with whatever travelers we
could.  We even traveled once with a group of half-orc gypsies, what an
experience that was.  We encountered all sorts of people and all manners
of beings in our travels.  We picked up whatever odd jobs we could along 
the way and I soon found a job on a ship which I found rather enjoyable.
That's how I ended up here.  My ship ported here one day to get supplies
and deliver cargo.  Unfortunately I was not aboard when she set sail 
southward again.  So I was stranded.  I was furtunate to find work with
the merchant who had sold supplies to my captain.  I work in his store-
house for three years, leading a rather lowly life.  The merchant then 
retired and gave his business to me.  He said I was the only one who he
could identify with, never trying to hide who I really am from him.  
It's been two years now and I'm doing fairly decent business.  However
I still yearn to go out into the world and travel once again.  If ever
you have a journey for which you need a companion, I will always be
ready to go on a days notice."  He stares into his mug for a moment before
gulping down the remainder of its contents.

-Brycur the Merchant