The Dragontamer
                         By Doran Frenheart
                             A Barkeeper

        I was wondering through the town of Lemish one day, I visited
often, for it was my home town.  I stopped at the local tavern.  I had
been there many times before.  Today there was a new owner.  I walked up
to the bar and inquired about the old owner.
        "Escuse me.  I was wondering what happened to Gregor Frenheart,
the old barkeep.  He was a good friend of mine."
        "Oh.  Well he is my father.  He died a few month ago.  May I ask
who you are?"
        "I am just a wondering writer.  I collect stories.  You wouldn't
happen to have any I could write do you?"
        "Hmm. A story teller.  Aye.  I have a story.  My father allways
told me this story.  It's about another storyteller and how he got his
name.  It's quite exiting.  My father says that it is about a young man
that used to live here.  It is called Dragontamer."
        I sat back ready to write and he began his story.  At least it
was late and most of the patrons had left.  It meant no iterruptions.

        There was a young man from the town of Lemish who wanted to write
stopries.  He wanted to preserve the past of Krynn in his writing.  No
one really knew who he was then.  One day he was in the forest, looking
for inspiration.  When he came to a cave.  He had been around the
moutains before but had never noticed this cave before.  He started in
and a little ways down he was startled by a great gold dragon.  He was
surprised at this for most of the dragons were fighting in the war.  He
sat down hoping the dragon wouldn't wake.  He was greatly inspired by
this beast that he wanted to sit there and write forever.  He began
writing a story about a battle beween two dragons.  He looked up
occasionally.  One thime he looked up and noticed the dragon staring
right at him.  He was surprised and began to back off, heading for the
cave.
        "Please don't leave," bellowed the dragon, it's voice echoing
around the room.
        "What?" Josh asked.
        "Don't go.  I don't get many visitors."
        "Please don't eat me.  I didn't mean any harm."
        "Eat you!?  I wouldn't eat you.  I just want someone to talk to.
Who are you?  I am called Gold Flame."
        "I am Josh, a storyteller."
        "Oh I love stories.  Tell me one."
        "Well, OK. I should go though.  The dragon army soldiers kill
anyone out at night."
        "Don't worry.  Tell me a short one."
        Josh told him a story of a princess traped in a castle by an evil
wizard, and how she was rescued by a brave knight.
        "That was wonderful," exclaimed the dragon.
        "Thanks.  I should go.  I may be able to get home before the
draconians go out on watch."
        "Bah.  Forget the draconians.  I will fly you home!"
        "Ok, but if they see you they will kill you"
        Josh climbed on Gold Flame's back.  They took off towards the
town.  After the dragon dropped him off he said, "Come visit me again
sometime.  And bring along more stories."
        "I will." said Josh.  Gold Flame took off.  Josh whatched him fly
and then watched in horror as a large blue dragon attacked Gold Flame.
He saw his new friend fall to the ground.
        The next day Josh returned to the cave and made a small
memorial.  Every one began calling him Dragontamer after that day.  He
went on to record the stories of many people.  No one know where he is today.

        "Well that's my story.  I allways liked it because my father told
me it alot.  If you ever meet Dragontamer, maybe you could excange stories," 
The barkeeper suggested.
        "Yes, that is a good story.  What is you name so I can put it as
written by you," I asked.
        "Doran Frenheart."
        "Well I have to go.  Thanks for the story.  I just remembered a
promise I made to a friend."
        I started out the door and down a path through the forest.  I
found and old cave and went in.  I came to a small stack of rocks with a
few pieces of paper under them.
        "I have come as I promised Gold Flame.  I will allways remember
you.  I hope you are happy where you are."