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.“What, then?” he asked.“We go past the steam corridor,” Drizzt suggested.“Let us learn the layout of this entire region, and learn it well.We’ll find our way in, but we can’t rush in there behind the shade forces and hold any hope of getting to our goal, to say nothing of getting back out.”Even though that last part of the statement seemed to hold little persuasion to Entreri, Drizzt noted, the assassin didn’t argue.If they went in there and were stopped by the multitude of shades, Entreri would find himself right back in the position of Barrabus the Gray, or worse.They had to wait a long while for the Shadovar forces to pass by, then they moved quickly, crossing the steamy corridor and moving with all prudent speed.Drizzt again took the lead, opening a wide distance between himself and his two companions.He dropped his hand into his belt pouch and quietly called out for Guenhwyvar again and again, hoping against hope that the Netherese forces had been foolish enough to bring her along, and that she would hear his call and appear to him.He thought of the strange woman he had met, with her enticing offer.Nay, not enticing, for in truth, Drizzt could not put a man, any man, even Artemis Entreri, back into slavery again, whatever his gain.He simply couldn’t do it.And in his heart, Drizzt knew that he wouldn’t get Guenhwyvar back that way, anyway.The trickster would never have willingly given the magnificent panther to him.He could not bargain in good faith with the Netherese.He thought of the shadow gate he had seen in the forest.His answer lay there, he believed.He would have to go to the Shadowfell when he was done with this ugly business, when Charon’s Claw—and Artemis Entreri—was destroyed.Flanked by Effron and Glorfathel, Herzgo Alegni glimpsed the forge room through a thick cloud of steam.Fires burned all around the place as the battle of the opposing elemental monsters raged.“Destroy them,” he instructed his spellcasters.“Not easily done,” said Effron.“A slow process,” Glorfathel agreed.“Bah, but I’ll be turnin’ the tide for ye,” said Ambergris from behind, and she pushed her way through the trio, even daring to shove past Alegni himself.He looked at her curiously, too surprised to lash out, and more curiously still when he saw what the cleric held: a small jug of curious design.It seemed to be polished from one piece of wood, its thick neck offset from center, and stoppered with a large cork fastened to the decanter with a gold link chain.Circles and triangles of red and green ran around the circumference of the jug in a repeating, but hardly perfect, pattern, as if this item had been crafted by some village woman in a remote jungle.Ambergris whispered something under her breath, talking to her magic item, it seemed, and she pulled out the cork with a loud popping sound.A few more words and a stream of water poured forth, splashing the floors before her.“What is that?” Effron asked before Alegni could.Glorfathel just laughed, having no definitive answer.“Always full of surprises is that one,” he explained.“It is why Cavus Dun so quickly accepted her.”Ambergris continued to walk out from the doorway, her magical decanter spraying in wide sweeps before her.The others watching from just outside the room all gasped in unison as a large fire elemental rushed through the steam to meet her, reaching at her with flaming limbs.The dwarf laughed at it.She had already fortified herself with resistance spells, and when the stream of water became a geyser, the weapon she carried proved effective.Ambergris staggered back a step just trying to control the powerful flow.The elemental, too, staggered back, diminishing before their eyes as the geyser assailed its fiery core, cooling it, shrinking it.The dwarf laughed all the louder.“Where is the primordial?” Herzgo Alegni asked.“Nearby, surely,” said Glorfathel.“Get me to it,” Alegni ordered.“Let’s hope we’re not too late,” Effron said.Herzgo Alegni closed his eyes and opened his mind, and heard again the whisper of Claw, of the sword that was still very much intact.“We’re not,” he stated with confidence.Thanks to the magical sprinklers of the curious tendrils above, the remaining water elementals, and the dwarf with her perpetual decanter of water, the Shadovar secured the forge room in short order [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]