The Dur-a-CellEron stretched his back and tried to shift to a more comfortable position. By the light of the moon he could see the silhouette of the bridge ahead clearly now. Hundreds of torchflies swarmed around it, attracted by the reflection of the moon in the water below.He glanced at his friend, who seemed completely relaxed as always, swaying from side to side in his saddle while examining a black rod he had fetched from his backpack.Were almost at the bridge, Flar, he grumbled. Better put that away, whatever it is, and start paying some attention. Old World is right around the corner.Flar looked at his companion a