hole mess in a piece of paper。
Watching this process confirmed my earlier fears。 I do all the cooking for Aahz and myself； as I did before that for Garkin and myself； and before that just for myself。 While I have no delusions as to the high quality of my cooking； I do know that what they were doing to that meat could only yield a meal the consistency and flavor of charred glove leather。
Despite the obvious low quality of the food； the inn seemed nearly full of customers。 I noticed this out of the corner of my eye。 I also noticed that a high percentage of them were staring at me。 It occurred to me that this was probably because I had been standing in the door for some time without entering while working up my courage to go in。
Feeling slightly embarrassed； I stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind me。 With fiendish accuracy； the door closed on my sword； pinning it momentarily and forcing me to break stride clumsily as I started forward。 So much for my image as a swordsman。
Humiliated； I avoided looking at the other customers and made… my way hurriedly to the inn's counter。 I wasn't sure what I was going to do once I got there； since I didn't trust the food； but hopefully people would stop staring at me if I went through the motions of ordering。
Still trying to avoid eye contact with anyone； I made a big show of studying the gargoyle。 There was a grinding noise； and the statue turned its head to return my stare。 If wasn't a statue！ They really had a gargoyle tending the counter！
The gargoyle seemed to be made of coarse gray stone； and when he flexed his wings； small pieces of crushed rock and dust showered silently to the floor。 His hands were taloned； and there were curved spikes growing out of his elbows。 The only redeeming feature I could see was his smile； which in itself was a bit unnerving。 Dominating his wrinkled face； the smile seemed permanently etched in place； stretching well past his ears and displaying a set of pointed teeth even longer than Aahz's。
〃Take your order？〃 the gargoyle asked politely； the smile never twitching。
〃Um 。 。 。〃 I said taking a step back。 〃I'll have to think about it。 There's so much to choose from〃
In actuality I couldn't read the menu 。 。 。 if that's what it was。 There was something etched in the wall behind the gargoyle in a language I couldn't decipher。 I assume it was a menu because the prices weren't etched in the wall； but written in chalk over many erasures。
The gargoyle shrugged。
〃Suit yourself；〃 he said indifferently。 〃When you make up your mind； just holler。 The name's Gus。〃
〃I'll do that 。 。 。 Gus；〃 I smiled； backing slowly toward the door。
Though it was my intent to exit quietly and wait outside with Gleep； things didn't work out that way。 Before I had taken four steps； a hand fell on my shoulder。
〃Skeeve； isn't it？〃 a voice proclaimed。
I spun around； or started to。 I was brought up short when my sword banged into a table leg。 My head kept moving； however； and I found myself face to face with an Imp。
〃Brockhurst！〃 I exclaimed； recognizing him immediately。
〃I thought I recognized you when you 。 。 。 hey！〃 The Imp took a step backward and raised his hands defensively。 〃Take it easy！ I'm not looking for any trouble。〃
My hand had gone to my sword hilt in an involuntary effort to free it from the table leg。 Apparently Brockhurst had interpreted the gesture as an effort to draw my weapon。
That was fine by me。 Brockhurst had been one of Isstvan's lieutenants； and we hadn't parted on the best of terms。 Having him a little afraid of my 〃ready sword〃 was probably a good thing。
〃I don't hold any grudges；〃 Brockhurst continued insistently。 〃That was just a job！ Right now I'm between jobs 。 。 。 permanently！〃
That last was added with a note of bitterness which piqued my curiosity。
〃Things haven't been going well？〃 I asked cautiously。
The Imp grimaced。
〃That's an understatement。 e on； sit down。 I'll buy you a milkshake and tell you all about it。〃
I wasn't certain what a milkshake was； but I was sure I didn't want one if they were sold here。
〃Um 。 。 。 thanks anyway； Brockhurst；〃 I said； forcing a smile； 〃but I think I'll pass。〃
The Imp arched an eyebrow at me。
〃Still a little suspicious； eh？〃 he murmured。 〃Well； can't say as I blame you。 Tell you what we'll do。〃
Before I could stop him； he strolled to the counter。
〃Hey； Gus！〃 he called。 〃Mind if I take an extra cup？〃
〃Actually 。 。 。〃 the gargoyle began。
〃Thanks！〃
Brockhurst was already on his way back； bearing his prize with him； some kind of a thin…sided； flimsy cannister。 Plopping down at a nearby table； he beckoned to me； indicating the seat opposite him with a wave of his hand。
There was no gracious course for me to follow other than to join him； though it would later occur to me I had no real obligation to be gracious。 Moving carefully to avoid knocking anything over with my sword； I maneuvered my way to the indicated seat。
Apparently； Brockhurst had been sitting here before； as there was already a cannister on the table identical to the one he had fetched from the counter。 The only difference was that the one on the table was three…quarters full of a curious pink liquid。
With great ceremony； the Imp picked up the cannister from the table and poured half its contents into the new vessel。 The liquid poured with the consistency of swamp muck。
〃Here！〃 he said； pushing one of the cannisters across the table to me。 〃Now you don't have to worry about any funny business with the drinks。 We're both drinking the same thing。〃
With that； he raised his vessel in a mock toast and took a healthy swallow from it。 Apparently he expected me to do the same。 I would have rather sucked blood。
〃Um 。 。 。 it's hard to believe things aren't going well for you；〃 I stalled。 〃You look well enough。〃
For a change； I was actually sincere。 Brockhurst looked good 。 。 。 even for an Imp。 As Aahz had said； Imps are snappy dressers； and Brockhurst was no exception。 He was outfitted in a rust…colored velvet jerkin trimmed in gold； which set off his pink plexion and sleek black hair superbly。 If he were starving； you couldn't tell it from looking at him。 Though still fairly slender； he was as well muscled and adroit as when I had first met him。
〃Don't let appearances fool you；〃 Brockhurst insisted； shaking his head。 〃You see before you an Imp pushed to the wall。 I've had to sell everything…my crossbow； my pouch of magic tricks…I couldn't even raise enough money to pay my dues to the Assassins Guild。〃
〃It's that hard to find work？〃 I sympathized。
〃I'll tell you； Skeeve；〃 he whispered confidentially； 〃I haven't worked since that fiasco with Isstvan。〃
The sound of that name still sent chills down my back。
〃Where is Isstvan； anyway？〃 I asked casually。
〃Don't worry about him；〃 Brochkurst said grimly。 〃We left him working concession stands on the Isle of Coney； a couple of dimensions from here。〃
〃What happened to the others？〃
I was genuinely curious。 I hadn't had much of a chance to talk with Tanda since our reunion。
〃We left Frumple under a cloud of birds in some park or other 。 。 。 figured he looked better as a statue than he did alive。 The demon hunter and the girl took off for parts unknown one night while we were asleep。 My partner； Higgens； headed back to Imper。 He figured his career was over and that he might as well settle down。 Me； I've been looking for work； ever since； and I'm starting to think Higgens was right。〃
〃e on； Brockhurst；〃 I chided。 〃There must be something you can do。 I mean； this is the Bazaar。〃
The Imp heaved a sigh and took another sip of his drink。
〃It's nice of you to say that； Skeeve；〃 he smiled。 〃But I've got to face the facts。 There's not a big demand for Imps anyway； and none at all for an Imp with no powers。〃
I knew what he meant。 All the dimension travelers I had met so far…Aahz； Isstvan； Tanda； and even the Deveel Frumple…seemed to regard Imps as inferior beings。 The nicest thing I had heard said about them was that they were styleless imitators of the Deveels。
I felt sorry for him。 Despite the fact we had first met as enemies； it wasn't that long ago I had been a loser nobody wanted。
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