thing had happened the first time. All these years, he had forgotten that dragons buy beer from dwarves because they consider it so much better than others. Finally, he wiped his mouth with his hand and set about his meal.
The whole time he was eating he was looking at the street and the life going on there. He watched the haggling with the traders, the laughing groups strolling everywhere and the children who continued to play tag every now and then disappearing over the roofs of the tenements. It was these that most attracted his attention, bringing back another wave of memories. This time he recalled his childhood spent on Atlantis and the games he used to indulge in with his friends. He sighed as he finished his lunch and sipped the rest of his beer. He sat for some more time looking at it all and then got up leaving a few gold coins on the table. He knew he had left too much, but to him this meal was worth far more than those measly pennies.
Bleist moved on ahead, down the street. He wondered where he would get to by continuing in this direction. He continued to look around the whole time and was content to absorb everything he saw. He gloated about his surroundings and the joyful life going on around him.
He had long since moved away from the wealthy part of the city and was now wandering through streets lined with tall tenements that housed the shops and businesses of small craftsmen below. From time to time, smells came to him, undeniably coming from some alchemy laboratories. He smiled then, thinking of the dragons' love of experimentation and the pursuit of knowledge in contrast to their love of comfort, laziness and wealth.
The sun was already slowly beginning to set as Bleist arrived at one of the harbours located inside the city, by one of the three rivers flowing through it. He stopped watching the water painted red by the setting sun. Down below, he could see fishing boats leaving the harbour for
