Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: [Bazaar/Inn] Bakr visits Brycur
Message-ID: <1993May11.143139.5961@rhrk.uni-kl.de>
Date: Tue, 11 May 1993 14:31:39 GMT

Characters used: Bakr, Brycur, Kloote, Medor, some dwarves, a pickpocket
Characters mentioned: Felchek, Luthor, Serene, Mista

  Bakr waved his wand around and rolled his eyes fiercely while walking through
the Low City.  He didn't want to be mugged again.  It worked - he wasn't robbed.
One courageous street urchin managed to pinch his purse though, but Bakr didn't
notice it.  He looked for Felchek's lab for a long time but couldn't find it.
Finally he realized that he had been walking past it several times but had not
recognized it because the silver statue in front of it was missing as well as
part of the building.  A neighbor, a dwarven smithy whose language was as
untouched by grammar as his body by soap, informed Bakr that Felchek "gone has
but I where know not."  Great, the mage thought, this is the second time I came
here for nothing.

  He went further to the West, through lanes that were partly blocked by what
before the storm had been walls of houses, and looked for the Bazaar.  He hadn't
been there yet but he found it at once, so it wasn't before long that he could
shake hands with Brycur, who was in the process of selling some of the exotic
foods he had obtained while at Cormyr to a particularly haughty little dwarf.

  "How's business?"
   Brycur grinned whiled at the sight of his old friend, he extended his hand 
to Bakr who quickly grasped and shook it.  "Bakr, my friend, how have you
been?"
  "I just wanted to say goodbye.  I'll leave this plane and go home.  This
place is too... spooky for me.  It's... well, it's not home, you know.  Not
that you misunderstand me, I like you and Luthor very much, and some others,
but..."
  "I can understand you well.  Talking about Luthor, do you know he bought a
house in the Elven quarter and lives there with Serene and Mista?  They had a
big party.  You would have liked it."
  "Hm. That would have been more pleasant than the rat hunt I was on, I guess."
  "Well, I'm sure he would love to see you before you depart for home.  I can
direct you there if you would like."

  Brycur's customer started to murmur something in Dwarven and twisted his
eyebrows in an impatient way, so Bakr said, "Thanks, but I guess I'll find it.
I wanted to visit the Dragons Inn anyway to say goodbye to those I know there,
and they will probably have more time than you...  So long, Brycur.  I'll try to
come back some day."

    The two friends clasped hands again and embraced quickly before Bakr set 
off for the Inn.  Brycur returned to his business, memories of their long 
journey together flowed through his mind like an endless river, filling him 
with both joy and sadness.  He would miss his old friend, that was for certain.

----

  Some time later, the door of the Inn opened, and in came Bakr.  At one of the
tables sat a tall elderly man in a purple cloak, a sort of lizard on his arm,
and got rather pale when their eyes met.


--
Bakr ibn Ja'far ibn Musa al Mekneshi, apprentice mage
aka Thomas Kettenring
and
Brycur the Merchant
aka Peter Bruce Harper