The portal flared up, as I got near enough, with the key in hand. One final look back, a smile, and I disappeared into it's depths. On the other side, I almost ran into a stacked shelf of potteries. Damn, never did check where it leads to. Stumbled on a few other trinkets, seems I landed in the basement of some shop. Slowly made my way upstairs, surveying the surrounding. Seemed like some shop for cutlery, vases, pots and such. And then a devilish idea came to my mind.
I spent the whole night working.. I guess the Cagers on the other side will be quite surprised, finding a big heap of china on the street. Oh well, there will be people who'll want it. I chuckled, as I cleaned out the place. Wondered how much it'll cost when the owner comes to check in the morning.
I sneaked away before dawn, with hood on my horns and tail tucked away, after Farg told me how the people of Kara-tur loathe outsiders. Got me a nice room in the inn, and went to sleep with an evil grin on my face.
The city was already bustling with people when I awoke. Someone knocked on my door, a servant, bringing breakfast. Heh, was a bit unusual, having made it for ourselves for so long now. I ate at the table, staring out the window onto the marketplace. I saw all kinds of people there, some native, some from the West. I even spotted a Waterdhavian. Funny, maybe Fargul has been here so long, and things have changed. I packed my stuff, and decided to check on my sorry victim.
I arrived at the scene of "crime" to see quite a lot of people being annoyed and clueless. Guards securing the perimeter, a middle aged man sitting on a little stool, on the verge of a mental breakdown, crying a river and cursing the gods in his native language. Good thing Mir reminded me of that spell to speak all languages, this way I could understand what he was saying. Apparently, they had no idea how this could have happened, there was no indication of entry from the outside (I laughed at that.. with a lock that primitive, I could have replaced it all in a 20 minutes) and haven't had the foggiest where such an amount of goods could have disappeared to. (Heh.. Bag of Holding and a dumping site in Sigil.. )
I took a round in the marketplace, to check out the competition. There were quite a few magic item sellers, with outrageous prices and shallow items. Why my own gear could have earned me almost a million here. I smirked, and slinked back to see what the investigation had turned up. The guards were gone, and so were the bystanders, only the owner hadn't moved, still cursing and crying on that little stool. I had this nagging feeling in my gut, but hushed it away, and stepped up to him. We chatted long, asked him what happened, had to use all my wits to stay in the role and show as much compassion as possible. Then he asked what an outsider like me is doing here, why the interest. So I whipped up a tale of loss and sorrow, how I had to leave my old country, leaving shop wife and kids behind, because of some evil thieves who ransacked my livelihood and made me almost pennyless. Wife left me for another, and I left the country with the last of my money to make a new start somewhere far away. He asked what I want to do, and I told of my dream to start my business again, selling arms and armor to the needy. I must say, was the best performance I ever delivered. Soon a deal was struck, the old man was compensated for the loss I incured on him, and i was the owner of a shop for 10k jinx.
Good day I must say.
wrote:Hey, beautiful
Had a nice start, and secured a place for our little plan. The portal leads to the basement, can you believe it? Hope all is well on your side, can begin to trade soon, just a matter of securing the permits and stuff. Will write again soon. I saw a few interesting characters today, and heard some rumors that are worth to check into.




