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.If Dwahvel Tiggerwillies had a human cousin, Jarlaxle mused, she would look much like Arrayan Faylin.Perhaps that had helped to spark Entreri’s obvious interest.Jarlaxle thought the whole twist perfectly entertaining.A bit dangerous, perhaps, given the size of Arrayan’s escort, but then again, Artemis Entreri could certainly take care of himself.The drow moved to join his companion as the others settled in around the northern edge of the hilltop.Entreri was on the far side, keeping watch over the southern reaches, the short expanse of ground between the encampment and the city wall.“A castle,” Entreri muttered as Jarlaxle moved to crouch beside him.“A damned castle.Ilnezhara told you of this.”“Of course not,” the drow replied.Entreri turned his head and glared at him.“We came north to Vaasa and just happened to stumble upon something so similar to that which we had just left in Damara? An amazing coincidence, wouldn’t you agree?”“I told you that our benefactors believed there might be treasures to find,” the drow innocently replied.He moved closer and lowered his voice as he added, “The appearance of the tower in the south indicated that other treasures might soon be unearthed, yes, but I told you of this.”“Treasures?” came the skeptical echo.“That is what you would call this castle?”“Potentially.”“You’ve already forgotten what we faced in that tower?”“We won.”“We barely escaped with our lives,” Entreri argued.He followed Jarlaxle’s concerned glance back to the north and realized that he had to keep his voice down.“And for what gain?”“The skull.”“For my gauntlet? Hardly a fair trade.And how do you propose we do battle with this construct now that the gauntlet is no more? Has Ilnezhara given you some item that I do not know about, or some insight?”Jarlaxle fought very hard to keep his expression blank.The last thing he wanted to do at that moment, given the nature of Entreri’s glance at Arrayan, was explain to him the connection between Herminicle the wizard, Herminicle the lich, and the tower itself.“A sense of adventure, my friend,” was all Jarlaxle said.“A grand Zhengyian artifact, a tome, perhaps, or perhaps some other clue, awaits us inside.How can we not explore that possibility?”“A dragon’s lair often contains great treasures, artifacts even, and by all reasoning such a hunt would constitute the greatest of adventures,” Entreri countered with understated sarcasm.“When we are done here, perhaps our ‘benefactors’ will hand us maps to their distant kin.One adventurous road after another.”“It is a thought.”Entreri just shook his head slowly and turned to gaze back at the southland and the distant wall of Palishchuk.Jarlaxle laughed and patted him on the shoulder then rose and started away.“There are connections among our companions that we do not yet fully understand,” Entreri said, causing the dark elf to pause for just a moment.Jarlaxle was glad that his companion remained as astute and alert as ever.“What’s it about, ye skinny old lout?” Athrogate roared as he approached Canthan on the far western side of the hillock, where the wizard had set up his tent—an ordinary inverted V-shaped affair suitable for one, or perhaps for two, if they were as thin as the wizard.“Be silent, you oaf,” Canthan whispered from inside the tent.“Come in here.”Athrogate glanced around.The others seemed perfectly content and busy with their own affairs.Pratcus and Ellery worked at the fire, cooking something that smelled good, but in truth, there was no food that didn’t smell good to Athrogate.On the northern end of the flat-topped hill, Arrayan and Olgerkhan sat staring off into the darkness, while across the way to the south, that damned dark elf had gone to join his swarthy friend.Mariabronne was off somewhere in the night, Athrogate knew, along with the odd half-orc Wingham.With a shrug, the black-bearded dwarf dropped to his knees and crawled into Canthan’s tent.There was no light in there, other than the distant glow of the campfire, but Athrogate needed no more than that to realize he was alone in the tent.But where had Canthan’s voice come, from?“What’re ye about?” Athrogate asked.“Be silent, fool, and come up here.”“Up?” As he moved toward the voice, Athrogate’s face brushedinto a rope hanging down from the apex of the tent.“Up?”“Climb the rope,” came a harsh whisper from above [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]