Tale 109 told by Driadan on 28.11.2000
Roasted Illusionist

It was late. I was about to go up back to heavens when
a shadow entered the tavern. It was Kheldar, who left
as quick as he arrived once he had a cold beer. I only
had time to hear him mutter something about dragons and
how hard an illusionist's life can be. The only odd thing
I noticed, despite his humor sense, was that his clothes
were burn almost completely.