“Apologies for my tardiness.” Nazmyr said announcing his arrival.

“Nazmyr!” Dahlia shouted with excitement as she rushed to embrace him.

Nazmyr returned her affections before noting the envelope in her hand.

“What have you got there?”

“I found it on the floor. I wasn’t snooping.” she said defensively.

“I wasn’t accusing.” Nazmyr said lightheartedly.

“What are these markings on the envelope? I am unfamiliar with them.” Dahlia said as she handed the envelope to Nazmyr.

“No need to concern yourself. It’s nothing.”

Dahlia’s mood began to sour “Everything is a secret.”

“What do you mean?”

“This envelope or instance. What does it mean? What you do? I don't know what you do! You leave for ten days, you're home for five, then you’re gone for another week! I live with a ghost! Sometimes I feel like I don't know anything about you!”

“Don't ask me about my business, Dahlia.” Nazmyr warned.

“Do you know what trust is?”

“Don't ask me about my business.” He repeated more firmly.

“Trust is when you feel safe with someone. You're safe here with me. People who really love each other don't have secrets.”

“All right.” Nazmyr said before speaking arcane words creating a zone of silence. “This one time, this one time I'll let you ask me about my affairs.”

Dahlia was pleased but also surprised that Nazmyr had relented so quickly. His unexpected answer left her momentarily tongue tied. She sat back on the couch and readjusted her seating, stalling for time as she collected her thoughts.

“Ok.” She said with determination. “So…with the slaves…how can you be ok with robbing people of their freedom and forcing them to act against their will? I know it is accepted in both our cultures but...I was made to do horrible things. It is a terrible existence.”

“I don’t rob anyone of their freedom. The people that come into my possession are already slaves through their own folly. The manual labor and domestic services slaves provide are essential to the development of civilization and the economy. Without it, there can be no accumulation of property, no providence for the future, no taste for comforts or elegancies, which are the characteristics and essentials of civilization. So, I promote the continuation of the status quo, which is providing for affluence and stability for the slaveholding class and for all free people who enjoy the bounty of the slave society.”

“And what of the innocent? I did nothing to deserve the position I was forced into or the ill treatment I received.”

“You well know many people are enslaved more of a circumstantial misfortune than an individual’s lifelong purpose. And depending on the circumstances if a slave works hard enough they could work toward the opportunity to earn manumission either by buying their freedom or through a myriad of other ways.”

“Is that how I earned my freedom? Through a myriad of other ways?” She said with distaste.”

“Is that what you think? I rescued you from the tyranny of your captor. I never compelled you to do anything against your will. I returned your freedom without asking for anything in return. I even helped you to hide your imprisonment from your brother!”

“No! no. I’m sorry habibata. I regret saying such things.”

“Is there anything else?” Nazmyr said with annoyance in his tone.

Dahlia silently motioned towards the envelope in Nazmyr’s hand.

Nazmyr looked at the envelope and mentally chastised himself for being careless. 

“The Hand Behind the Mirror.”

“What?”

“The Hand Behind the Mirror. That’s what it’s called. The cabal I belong to. That is where this envelope is from.”

“Valas and Rygos belong to a guild. Why is this such a great secret?”

“We are the decisive resource that everyone wants. We trap the world in reflections. Through our Art everything that seems clear is bent and everything that seems bent is clear. We masquerade lies as truths and truths as lies; allowing organizations like the Dark Embrace to conduct their business efficiently and dispassionately.”

“Do Valas and Rygos know?”

“No one knows. Except for the guild masters and Mistress Freth. It’s because of her I am where I am today.”

“Why do you think Mistress Freth brought you into the fold?”

“Shadow Magic is very rare, and its nature and philosophy are poorly understood. Users of shadow magic face a host of misconceptions, prejudices and even persecution, especially from the clergy of…well just about everyone. Mistress Freth always said Zinzerena would protect us.”

“I know that name! Zinzerena is who Valas and Rygos venerate! How is it that they do not know of your organization? Surely they must.”

“Surely, they don’t, and we go through great lengths to ensure they don’t. We are under explicit contract to operate with the Dark Embrace only but we are our own organization. You are never to tell anyone what it is that I do.”

“I would never betray you!” She said with conviction.

“I believe you habibata.” Nazmyr said as he locked the envelope in his desk drawer. “Now, have you seen the armory?”

Alaketh winced as piece by piece he removed the plate mail exposing more and more of the swamp rot, “Seems some Drow wizards were...are creating mutations and when they are done playing with them or not happy with the outcome, they set them free in the swamp where some of my brothers and I dwell. It also seems they just wouldn't die like the wizards expected and instead found a way to survive by robbing travelers and merchants. This affected one of Quifas's businesses so we took it upon ourselves to see what was going on and long story short, I went into some infected water and here I am.”

“Yes here you are buck naked with puss oozing out of cysts, fungal infections covering your body and you want me to do what? Heal you?” asked Qhesha with some snark in her voice.

“The thought did cross my mind” offered Alaketh “ but it’s not the reason why I came” he replied as he pulled a soul crystal out of a pouch by his armour. Qhesha gives a ‘big deal’ glance at the gem as she has seen thousands in her time as a broker. “This is from one of the mutations we slew. The wizards were merging lizardmen and other mortal creatures with demons or devils. Either way I thought you should know if Demons have made deals with the Drow wizards something might have to be done, if it was a Devil and not one in his service, the Cold One should know someone else is trying to make inroads on Faerun.

Qhesha took the crystal and pondered for a moment “Sit and try not to touch anything. I'll be back in a moment.” Alaketh watched as Qhesha left the room. He remained standing at attention despite the itching and pain he experienced. Some minutes later Qhesha returned “Interesting little gifts, seems your arrogant wizards are playing with a multitude of things to create their creatures. This one…” She held up a crystal. “...contains a tormented soul that has been twisted by both demonic and infernal castings. Now whether this was their magics or the soul’s they twisted I do not know as of yet, but I intend to find out. You Alaketh have earned your cure and more, follow me.” she lauded with a wry grin.

Alaketh followed Qhesha through her home to an unadorned wall in the back of her library. She spoke a few words as runes formed a doorway before finally dissolving to reveal a hidden chamber. Neon blue glowing runes in the form of a pentagram covered the floor and the four walls of the room were scorched and blackened.

“Kneel in the center” Qhesha commanded as the armour and weaponry belonging to Alaketh floated in behind him on a disk of energy. Alaketh only just noticed as he made his way into the room. “The Cold One has many gifts to offer you and I have been charged with bestowing your next, should you survive the cleansing that is. The sickness you have is not life threatening but for you to go any further along this journey he must know if you have the fortitude to claim your prize.” She smiled as her eyes twinkled with malevolence. “Now lets begin!”

Qesha exited through the portal she created into the room then sealed the wall. “Soon” she thought to herself. She cast the ritual of cleansing into the space as the glyphs on the wall grew bright with blue hellfire. Alaketh screamed. The sound of his agony shook the entire structure. Qesha waited until they finally died down. Once more she created the portal and the wall opened. She half expected to find not but ash. As Qhesha entered the room, the neon blue pentagon flickered and went to dusk. She looked to where the body of Alaketh should be but all that remained was a piece of charcoal like rock. “So far so good.” she thought to herself and retired to the parlor.

Hours seemed to go by with nothing happening. Qesha waited patiently to secretly hoping the  ritual would be a success. Finally, the sound of an egg hatching broke the silence as the charcoal like rock began to split emitting a neon blue light from the fissures. The sound caught her attention and she hurried back to the chamber. She could see something was happening as she approached the room but did not enter. She stood outside beyond the portal observing until finally an arm broke through, then the other. Next a leg. More cracks in the rock formed until finally the charcoal brick shattered. Her eyes examined the form emerging... not the ebony skinned Drow who went in but a charcoal scaled humanoid with pointy ears, a bald head and neon blue eyes rising from underneath the cracks. Where once was smooth flesh, scales now covered the body of the transformed Alaketh.

“And a gift has been bestowed” announced Qhesha. She sniffed the air make that two.” she smiles “Come Alaketh we need to get you to bed. You have had a long day.”

Alaketh followed Qhesha to the bedroom and flopped onto the bed. His body was aching from the ordeal he just endured. He began to mumble about fire... blue fire as he began to pass out.

Qhesha walked over to a bowl set on a night stand across the room and grabbed a knife set on the table. Looking at the bowl she leaned her forearm over it and slashed it with the knife spilling her own blood into the bowl. Speaking some arcane words she watched as the blood began to boil. As Alaketh fought to remain conscious, Qhesha could be heard saying. “Yes master he passed another test. He is resting, he has received your gift. Yes, the crystal has been sent to Haarken. If the devils are involved I will have Alaketh investigate. Yes, if these Drow wizards are trying to mix Demonic and Infernal together into some abomination I will look into it personally. Yes, I will have Alaketh speak to the Orc Warlocks again. Yes, I believe he is almost ready. Thank you master.”

The blood in the bowl burst into blue flame before fading out. Alaketh finally drifted off letting the fatigue take him as Qhesha began to undress and walk towards the bed.

Snot stealthily snuck past the Duergar brothers whose bows were focused on the ground level of the inn and approached the “Kyorl” Luxury suite. This room was for guests who wished to watch yet not participate.  Snot noticed the peep slot was closed, he put his ear next to the door and heard the faint sound of snoring, women he thought. He reached into a pocket in his girdle for a key to the room, but then thought against it. Perhaps he should knock and make his presence known.  He wouldn’t want cause any unneeded conflict by interrupting the occupants rest. Snot decided to knock. The first knock didn’t produce and response. Snot’s second knock was much louder. This time a male responded with a “Fuck off” in a thick lower-dark accent. 

Snot taken back with the response quickly cleared his throat to try and respond in like tone. “Master wants to speak with you.”

An agitated growl came from behind the door, Suddenly the door swung open. Smelling of Yin Fen & ripe womanhood.  A slender naked drow opened the door. Snot looked behind him to see a naked female human and naked male halfling lying in bed. 

“I have no Master; Tell Naris I'll see him when I’m ready” the drow angrily responded.

“The master ordered me to escort you to his office immediately, please get dressed.” Snot responded calmly

“Some grimy goblin slave giving me orders, I think not.  I come from a noble family!” Without warning the drow clenched his hand and  perfectly recited an incantation,  From thin air a giant fist was summoned.  The fist thrust forward and struck Snot in the face. Its impact sent Snot airborne against the wall and rendering him unconscious. The drow walked back into his room and gingerly began to cloth himself. He walked out of the door, stepping over Snot. He headed down the hallway past the Duergar archers.

They looked at the Drow. He was wearing a long black cloak & carried a mythril staff.  

“Lleyzaren what’s with all the noise” asked Thorak the older dwarven brother.

“Its Lord Lleyzaren Dwarf! Just having some fun with the girls.”

“Girls! Ha, more like lady-boys, we know what you have a taste for.  Everyone is talking about it. Just so you know we’re more likely lay a couple dozen bolts into you then refer to you as a lord.” Replied the witty younger Duergar Thoren.

Lleyzaren shook his head and kept heading down the hallway toward the stairwell to the top floor.  Two house guards at the top of the stairs outside Naris’s office nodded towards the Drow as he arrived.

“The boss is expecting you.” One of the guards announced

Lleyzaren rolled his eyes and opened the door without knocking, where he saw Naris behind his desk smoking a pipe.

“Don’t bother knocking or anything, I can see you’re really making yourself at home here.” Naris said with quite a bit of sarcasm 

 “They said you wanted to see me, so I am here. I have much work to do.  So be quick about it!”

Naris raised an eyebrow, the leaders of the Dark Daggers told me I was getting someone who was a master diplomat as well as someone that would handle my magical needs. All I see is a disrespectful scrub who is indulging in the fruits of my labor.” 

Multiple voices gathered outside Naris’s office door, the only distinguishable one that Naris could make out was Snot’s saying “I’m ok.”  There was a knock on the door. 

“Enter” Naris barked

Snot entered, a bit startled with a swollen chin.  “Sorry for my tardiness master.” 

Lleyzaren produced a wide grin and snickered at Snot’s appearance. 

 “Did you touch Snot up?” Naris questioned looking at the drow.

Before Lleyzaren could respond, Naris lept to his feet and conjured a Shadow Noose at the Drow’s neck. The shadow tentacle wrapped its members around Lleyzaren's throat, dragging him to the floor.

The Drow quivered on the ground gasping for air. “I was about to relieve you of your duties here. Instead I shall let Snot decide how you are to be dealt with. Naris walked towards the incapacitated drow and looked down over him. He followed his Shadow Noose technique with several strikes from the pommel of his Long Knife to his victim’s temple. The bloodied Drow was barely conscious.  The House’s guards barged into the office to see what the commotion was about. 

“LLeyzaren let me tell you a story of loyalty. There was once a time when the Brothers Vandree were at the mercy of a powerful house in Menozberranzan. This little goblin slave courageously lied to a powerful matron mother to keep us all alive. Undying loyalty here matters more than anything else, and it is rewarded in kind.

“Snot, what should we do with this despicable vermin?”

“Master, send him back to Skullport.  I wouldn’t want your arrangement with the Dark Daggers to be tainted on my account.” Snot sensibly replied.

“Surely they wouldn’t miss this worm Snot,” as Naris spit on the drow. “Very well.” Naris announced almost disappointed. He looked to his guards.  “Strip him down, bind him and send him on the shittiest caravan ride to Skullport you can find." He waited for them to move. "Now!”

“Some of the guardsmen pulled LLeyzaren from the floor and unceremoniously dragged him from the office. A few others stood around awaiting further instructions.

“Leave us!” Naris shouted at the guards who were left. “Once the guards were gone, Naris retrieved a healing salve from his desk and handed it to Snot. “Put this on your face.”

Naris found a piece of paper and examined his quill before began writing a letter.

“Master” Snot cautiously interrupted. "I believe I might know of a suitable replacement for Lleyzaren’s position."

Naris appeared to ignore Snot’s idea

“Before I came into your service when I was a slave for the first time., there was this fella who was my cellmate with impressive magical ability. We were able to escape with our combined resources. He sought me out here in Rilauven after hearing I had been taken from the deep gnomes by you and your brothers. The tale of your harrowing escape from Menzoberranzan is no secret in the Underdark. He is seeking work as he looks to increase his knowledge of the area.”

Naris reached for his pipe and took a long drag. “Snot what will people think of me if I start employing every goblin in the area.”

“He is no goblin master; he is human.” Snot replied confidently. 

Naris peered up at Snot, “Very well, if you are vouching for this man. I shall at least meet with him. Set it up.”

Several days later, there was a knock on Naris’s office door

“Enter” Naris announced with his eyes closed as Ziya massaged his shoulders and neck, while he relaxed on a garnet colored velvet couch.

Madame Bea entered, “Snot has returned with his friend. I must say he is quite the treat on the eyes.” She commented with a glint in her eye.  “If he doesn’t work out for you, I can surely find a position for him downstairs.”

“Settle down Bea, I had assumed that you sorted out your otherworldly desires on the staff, watching you drool over a possible new hire is unprofessional and unbecoming of the Madame of the house.” Naris joked

Snot entered shortly thereafter with an impeccably dressed pale human looking man who featured  long flowing platinum hair, emerald eyes and a slender face. However his facial features gave him a very exotic look.  He was wearing a charcoal greatcoat, intricate jewelry and a chain with the symbol of Mystra around his neck.

Naris was impressed with the mage’s appearance, and the items he could see were radiating magic.

“Clearly sir you have some sort of mental disorder if you seek out a goblin slave for work.” Naris commented with a smile.

“One could say the same about you, keeping a goblin slave as their closest confidant Lord Vandree.” The man in gray slyly responded.  “Please allow me to introduce myself, I am Queric Silverspark.”  

Naris nodded and curiously looked him over. What are you exactly?  Albino Human? Tiefling? Half Elf?

Queric dodged the questions, I seek work and I am always questing for higher knowledge. Snot told me you are looking for a Mystical adviser of sorts,  is that correct?”

Naris’s pushed Ziya’s hands off himself and stood up. Walking over to his desk, he fired up his pipe. His tone turning a bit more serious. He did not appreciate his question being ignored. “I’ll need to put forth a task for you, before I can agree to take you under employment. I seek to hijack a valuable shipment coming into Rilauven in a fortnight. Snot, please set your friend up in one of the guest’s quarters. Discuss with him what resources we have at our disposal. I expect your plan of action in the morning. If we are successful, then you will have a position in my enterprise. Are we in agreement?”

Queric nodded and the two unlikely friends left the office. 

Valas sat by the bar reading the invitation:

You are cordially invited to attend the nuptials of  Father Nanill Vandree joining to the Lady Naminè…

Valas shook his head in disbelief.

“What do you have there?” the attractive barkeep asked. “What did the courier want with you?” only Evony could make jealous accusation sound like a melodic bards song. She leaned across the bar as if she were trying to read the script upside down.  

Parchment in one hand, the dexterous rogue slid his wine glass to the side with his other, just in time to keep it from spilling. “You did that on purpose.” he said with a grin.

“Did what?” she asked feigning innocence leaning back to her side of the counter. Evony slid the wine glass back where it was. “So what if I did?” she had a mischievous look about her.

“I prefer to drink my wine. Not wear it if it’s all the same to you.”

“You need to lighten up a little….” she jibed. “You’re much too intense sometimes.”

Valas looked up from the parchment to Evony who was making faces at him. “Sorry my love. I’ll work on it.”

She filled his glass with more wine. “See that you do” and smirked.

He took a sip of the dark, almost purple liquid and raised the glass in appreciation.

“So what does the letter say?” she asked again. ‘Who’s writing you?”

Valas answered, “It’s not a letter. It’s an invitation?”

“For what?” she demanded.

“A wedding my moon and stars.” he said affectionately.

Evony furrowed her brow, “Who’s wedding?” her tone darkened.

“My brother Nanill” Valas answered honestly. “It seems he intends to wed the human we abducted from that surface town some 10 years ago.” Valas shrugged his shoulders. “He’s always had peculiar tastes…”

“I see.” Evony replied dubiously. “And do you intend to have your Calashite whore accompany you to this event? After all if he’s marrying a human…” her accusatory tone did nothing to hide her disgust.

“My what? That thing?.” Valas scoffed. “Of course not. To be fair, I’m not quite sure where she might even be at the moment.” He paused to think for a few seconds. “Last I recall I had lent her to Nazmyr to clean his tree house. I haven’t thought about her since.”

“Is that so?” She eyed him suspiciously.

“Indeed. I’ve been in your company since we returned. I’ve sat at this bar daily and retired to our bed with you by my side. How could I know any different. Surely you trust your own eyes if not me.” 

The pixie faced barkeep wore a scowl nonetheless. “I’ll assume your intention is to accept this invitation?”

“Of course. He is my brother after all.”

“She pursed her lips and nodded slowly. “Will you be attending alone?” she leered.

“No. I think not. I believe I’ve found a suitable companion to accompany me to the affair.”

Evony’s eyes ignited, ablaze with fury.

“And who is this harlot, so much so in a hurry to see her life end…” her breaths were measured, the fire in her blood reddening her cheeks. “She must be some foreign whore then, for all in this city know you belong to me.” a spoon twirled dangerously between her fingers.

“She’s no foreigner…” Valas made a face reflecting his distaste of the idea. “And I truly hope she does not wish to die so soon. I’d like her to be around for a long time to come. My heart would be emptier without her.”

“NAME” she threatened. The spoon had stopped moving, her grip on her preferred weapon caused her knuckles to whiten with tension.

Valas chuckled, “You already know her name…Evony Fleur D’Marquis.”

Whack! Spoon struck bone. “I won’t ask again.” she menaced.

Valas gritted his teeth as he rubbed the redness from his hand. “Hey! I told you her name. Evony Fleur D’Marquis. You. Your name. I’d like you to be my lady for the evening.”

“For the evening?” one eye squinted as her head tilted.

“For that and every evening to come my love. Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to my brother’s wedding Evony Fleur D’Marquis.”

She paused for a moment as the realization that Valas had been toying with her seeped in. 

“I’ll need a new dress.” she said softly.

Valas was still nursing his wounded hand, inspecting it for swelling. “Of course. We can have a seamstress come in or if you’d prefer, I can take you out to the bazaar.”

She smiled seductively. “I think I’d enjoy a day away with you. Let me see your hand.”

Valas reached out and she took it in her own. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Bad bruise but not broken.”

She reached under the bar producing a jar of ointment. She applied the salve gently to his hand.

“Was that really necessary?”

Evony paused and glared at him. “You think you’d know better than to taunt me…..” Evony’s voice softened. “I guess I can be a little sensitive when it comes to you.”

“Sensitive?” He said eyes moving to his swollen knuckles.

“Fine.”  She frowned . “And perhaps a tad jealous...You should be flattered that I even think of you so.” her face aloof with indignation.

“I thank the goddess for it every day.”

“And well you should.” She smiled. “There your hand is fine. Enough whining.”

Valas flexed his fingers. The swelling had gone as did the pain. The salve left his skin with a smooth feel to the touch.

She ran her hand over his. “See. I can be nice when you deserve it.” She leaned across the bar and kissed him. “Now take me shopping.”

“Elarra you have the bar.” He said motioning for Evony to join him. She sauntered around the bar and over to Valas. 

Everyone in the tavern seemed to pause their conversations and all eyes fell on the young barkeep.

She stood near her paramour and smiled. “You heard him.” She hooked his arm with hers and led him out into the city.

They walked casually through the streets making small talk. “I don’t recall ever seeing you leave the Dark Embrace.” he began.

“Why would I? All I need is there. There are servants available to run errands.”

“But don’t you get tired of being there all the time? Surely you must enjoy the city or any other sites from time to time.”

“From time to time. I get around more than you’d think.” Her eyes glanced over to Valas.

“Ah. Here we are. House of Dra.” he smiled as their eyes met. “I’ve met Madame Dra A'Darorel on several occasions while doing business for the trading company. She is the finest seamstress in the city and perhaps the underdark. Mistress Freth would wear her gowns to important occasions and many noble houses desire her designs.”

“You don’t mean to dress me in the manner of an old matron do you?”

“Never my love. Come you’ll see. The woman is magic with fashion. I believe it was she who fabricated Nazmyr’s veil….and you know how particular he can be about his attire.”

“You mean feminine?” she smirked.

“Something like that.” Valas held the door for her. They entered into a receiving room with cushioned seats and several dress designs on display. It was early in the day and the place was rather quiet. It only took a moment before an older drow, slight of build with long white hair braided back for comfort greeted them. She wore a fairly straight gown cinched at the waist. The woman had a wizened look about her yet was attractive for her age.

“How may I be of service?” She asked politely.”Lord Vandree, it is good to see you.”

Before Evony could speak, Valas answered for her. “The lady requires a dress for a most formal affair. It’s well known that you are an artist with gem work ,your tailoring skills unsurpassed. I like the idea of a sheer platinum spidersilk set with purple amethysts in the bustier and and an interweave of black spinels cascading down to the hem. I could envision something sleeveless, open back, off the shoulder and a tight fit to accent her shape but pliant for ease of movement.”

The two women stared at Valas in disbelief.

“I would have suggested something very similar.” Dra broke the silence. “The amethyst to play off her eyes and the spinels to compliment the platinum of the silk and match the dark purple of the torso stones. I must confess myself impressed Lord Vandree. Please follow me” Dra led them to a room with a platform in the center, mirrors covered the walls and there were a few couches and soft chairs for seating.

Evony whispered to Valas, “You’ve been spending far too much time with Nazmyr. Remind me to remedy that.” Sarcasm laced her words.

Madame Dra led Evony to the platform while Valas found himself in a comfortable cushioned chair. “Am I to assume my young lord, that for one who so specifically knows what he seeks in a dress that price need not be discussed?” 

“I’m certain whatever the cost, it will be worth every coin. One does not visit the House of Dra and haggle with the most renowned seamstress in the realm. It will be an honor to have you dress my lady. Expense is of no concern.”

Evony raised an eyebrow looking at him.

The old drow smiled. “As you say Lord Vandree.” Madame Dra approached Evony. “May I my dear?” 

Evony nodded apprehensively, she was uncomfortable with the close contact but allowed the woman to touch her, measuring her while feeling her shape.”You’ve a lovely figure my dear.” the seamstress commented. “The colors will accent your beautiful eyes.” She watched as Dra made notes on a piece of parchment and drew a mock design while they waited. “I’m thinking I should add some diamond chips to the bustier for a bit of sparkle.” she said looking to Valas.

“Whatever you decide. I’ve no doubt it will be nothing less than spectacular.”

The woman smiled excitedly. “Perhaps my best piece ever...and that’s saying a lot. Thank you Lord Vandree. I’m delighted to see you again. I’ll send word when your commission is ready for fitting.”

Valas reached into his belt and withdrew a pouch. "I can be reached at the Dark Embrace. How much do you require for a down payment Madame Dra.”

“Unnecessary my lord. You may pay upon your full satisfaction.”

Valas bowed respectfully. “Thank you for your time madame.”

She smiled, “My pleasure my lord.”

Evony walked out of the establishment a little dazed. “Amethysts, black spinels….diamond chips? On a dress? You should have asked for a price. Do you have any idea what this is going to cost?”

“Somewhat.” Valas said affectionately. “As I said earlier though, one does not commission Madame Dra and haggle a price.”

“Sounds excessive to me.” Evony replied.

“There is no price I wouldn’t pay for your happiness my love. The dress is a small thing. A gift to show my gratitude for your acceptance to accompany me to Nanill’s wedding. You will of course outshine the bride. Nanill probably found a dress for her at the local cemetery.” he chuckled.

Evony couldn’t help but laugh. “I hope not.” She made a face as the idea of it became a possibility in her mind. “I mean it is a wedding...you don’t think?”

Valas shrugged his shoulders. “You never know with him.” The couple walked the Dark Weaving Bazaar until they came across the jeweler who crafted the spoon he bought for Evony some time ago. 

“Welcome my friends. How might Jaredz be of service?” he asked

“We’re looking for dark purple amethyst earrings, the type that dangle, perhaps this far.” He opened his thumb and index finger for size. “I’d like to see black and white diamond accents and a touch of black spinel.”

“And the metal?” 

“Platinum with a weave of adamantine. And a choker to match if you’d be so kind.”

“Of course my lord. Well thought.”

Evony stared at Valas for a brief moment. “I had no idea you were this wealthy...remind me to start charging you for drinks at the bar..” she joked.

The jeweler scribbled a number on a scrap of leather and slid it to Valas who read it and nodded his approval. “Excellent my lord. I shall begin straight away. Perhaps a week...no more than 2.”

“Thank you Jaredz. I’ll see you soon.”

Walking back into the bazaar Evony asked, “Isn’t this a bit excessive for a single night’s affair?”

“Would you deprive me the pleasure of doting on you? After all you are the most important person in my life.” If Valas didn’t know better he’d have believed she actually blushed. “Now for boots…”

She curled his arm tight squeezing into him. “I suppose you know a grandmaster cobbler?” she teased.

“Actually no. But I’m sure we can find something suitable here.” The two laughed together and continued their shopping.

They returned to the Dark Embrace later that evening. The dinner rush had already been served and all appearances led Evony to believe her staff had performed to her expectations. Even the new girl Zesdryn seemed to have found her place among the servers. Evony winked to Elarra and made for the access to the lower levels. Valas followed her down the stairwell into the guildhouse and the apartment they shared. Evony picked up the invitation Valas had left on her dressing table and admired the calligraphy. “Ha!” she exclaimed with great amusement.

“Ha what?” Valas asked.

She leveled the parchment toward her lover.

“Did you read this?” she asked, sass coating her words.

“Of course. It’s an invitation. We’ve already discussed it. Remember?”

“I remember the invitation part.” she answered coyly. “You seem to have been remiss in mentioning the fact that your brother Nanill would like you to offer a speech in his honor. In fact he asks it of all your brothers.” she snorted. “Hmm. There’s that famous Vandree arrogance.” She held the letter out to him.

Valas took it and began to read ...”Why that egotistical little shit.”  

“Why? Because the rest of you are so humble?” She thought for a moment. “Rygos perhaps...no...not even him. I see how he is around you...the gentleman assassin who owns an art gallery.”

Valas looked at her incredulously.

“Don’t look at me that way...Would you like to prove it?”

“Please do.” he challenged.

“Very well.” she began with a sardonic grin. “Nazmyr is an aloof perfumed whore who revels in women’s fashion. King consort? Ha!” she laughed. “You’re not the only one with connections you know.”

Valas blinked startled by her comment.

Alaketh stumbles around like an iron golem, banging and yelling, announcing his presence to all obviously craving the attention the rest of you fail to show him. If I have to hear it’s my house one more time his next ‘house’ may be a crypt.”

“How would you...?”

She cut him off. “And while we’re on the subject of crypts? That invitation should suffice to prove Nanill’s high opinion of himself, if not the great temple and hoard of worshippers whose fealty he swims in.”

“Yeah but.”

“But? You mean bug? The firebug brother of yours who bakes the ‘finest cakes in all the land’ with the hands of snot goblins? He certainly isn’t too full of himself. Oh wait...Isn’t he the idiot who lights up the dark with fire and cooks fish in dangerous tunnels to attract attention.”

Valas was at a loss for words.

“How about Naris? Don’t get me started on him? He really thinks so much of himself that he would dare, come here, to this place, and caution me about my treatment of you. I’d call it a threat if I in any way took it seriously. He only lives because of you."

“Actually I wasn’t going to argue about that one.” he answered like a child being chastised.

“Now let’s talk about you.”

“Wait... what? She caught him off guard.

“I’d almost find your hubris endearing if it didn’t continue to cause more enemies to rally against you. Yes we all know you’re a talented killer. Assassin’s are quiet about it. Trust me you’ve built enough reputation. Reel it in a little.” 

She paused, “I’ll give Ishtoshen a pass. He must not think much of himself at all to have bedded an orc and joined her clan.” She shook her head in disgust.

“Ok. I concede oh great and knowledgeable keeper of the bar.” he said with a sardonic grin as he sat at the large writing table Evony had brought into the room. Valas grabbed a quill and ink then some parchment. “Care to help?”

“Nope.” she said with a smile. “I think I’m needed upstairs.” She kissed and turned to leave. “I had a lovely day Valas. Thank you.” she winked and was gone.

“A speech...great.” He touched the quill to ink and wrote.

Brother, I must confess that while I was honored to receive your invitation I was somewhat taken aback by your gratuitous need for praise and acknowledgement. I usually expect such selfish and self serving expressions from our brother Naris. However as I considered your request I was forced to recall the events that brought us to where we are today and you and your lovely bride together. But before I do permit me the opportunity to say how exceptional you look this evening Lady Naminè…. I would say even beautiful though considering the company I keep I’ll refrain from such patronage as I’d much rather see us both survive the evening. 

Valas paused. He could feel Evony’s glare and see her smirk in his mind’s eye as if it were happening now while he wrote. 

So if all of you would be so kind as to indulge me I’d like to say a few things about my brother. The brothers Vandree are a proud group. We survived torture, sacrifice, conspiracy and assassination attempts because we stood together. Shoulder to shoulder and back to back. Quite an unusual thing for our people to know such loyalty and love for one another. We’ve persevered through hardships and defeated our enemies even when the odds were insurmountably stacked against us. None of it would have been possible without Nanill, he’s called upon his faith to heal and protect us. He’s used his well practiced incantations to invigorate us. We all have our part to play in our adventures and his has often been to support those of us directly in harms way to see that no ill befalls us. And on those occasions where all hope seems lost, it is often he who turns the tide of battle with timely sorcerous intervention. If any of you doubt the truth of what I say just ask my brother Ishtoshen who would not be here to celebrate with us this day if not for Nanill. Let him tell you the story of his epic battle with a web golem. Truly a sticky situation...am I right brother? And though we may differ in our religious beliefs, never has Nanill caused disagreement. 

Valas took a deep breath to gather his thoughts. He drew fresh ink from the well and continued.

So now I’ll assume Nanill’s appetite for praise and adulation to be sufficiently sated and his ego expertly massaged. Lady Naminè…, to be fair I don’t know all too much about you. You are one of the many secrets my brother keeps. You have obviously earned his favor, no small feat as he can be particular about who allows to grow close to him. His is a complicated world and the fact you embrace it and him so fully gives me no reason to question your devotion to him. See that it remains that way. I would wish you both, health, happiness and a quiet life free from the intrigue of our people to raise your many children in peace. May your faith in each other keep you safe and content and may the gods smile upon you as all of us do now. Junisol.

He put his pen down and poured some wine from a nearby decanter. One of the benefits of living beneath an inn was that wine was always plentiful. Once the wet ink had dried to the parchment he carefully rolled it and placed it in a scroll tube. Pleased with his writing Valas went upstairs to join Evony. But he could not help but think of Naadiyah as well. Would he ever have the life his brother so successfully made for himself? Did he even want it? The only certainty he had right now was the beautiful barmaid in the tavern above would be waiting for him. He emptied the goblet and made his way to the stairs leading up. “One day..” he answered his own question…”perhaps..One day..

A small arcane vortex announced the appearance of Dahlia and Nazmyr. Dahlia‘s spell had deposited them at one of the many silvered receiving gates of Armun Kelisk. Nazmyr’s senses were immediately greeted by bright light and a constant breeze. Nazmyr instinctively shielded his eyes. As he focused on the horizon attempting to gain his bearings he noted the skies were filled with lazily flying castles, fancifully floating dragons and great luxury airships.

Dahlia stood at the gate hopping from one foot to the other like a little girl and she was not ashamed one bit. She was deliriously happy, giddy even.

“The air streams seem particularly crowded this day.” Dahlia announced as she surveyed the skies. “We are in no rush, let us walk the streets.” She punctuated her sentence by interlocking her arm with his and began leading him down a brilliant white walkway.

Indeed the streets were significantly less crowded. In addition to typical traffic, mephitis and air wysps darted about fulfilling their assigned tasks. It was about mid-day and there were many people out and about. Their vibrant cloths shone in the bright sunlight and the people moved like enchanting shoals of fish. There was chatter between sellers and buyers, old friends catching up and new friends made.

“The Endless Sky is the most hospitable, relaxing, and beautiful of the elemental planes.” Dahlia said with beaming pride.

During their trek, the street abruptly ended, the land divided by a pocket of air. Warring drakes dive-bombing each other make it too dangerous to cross. Accustomed to such incidences, Dahlia chose a new route without a second thought. On their way towards the new crossing they passed many shops; some selling succulent dishes and heady wines while others offered vibrant clothes, and sparkling jewelry. Near the crossing stood two sundry shops. The smell emanating from these shops tingled Nazmyr’s nose. The mixture of onion, garlic, dried fish, pepper, and spices made a potent combination. Nazmyr’s face contorted in disapproval and Dahlia reacted in similar fashion at the same time. They both laughed for a moment before holding their breath as they darted passed the pungent shops. As they approached the crossing, Dahlia took Nazmyr by the hand and the two took flight and crossed from one platform to the next. When they arrived Nazmyr was greeted by more brilliant white walkways, gorgeous parks and fantastical structures.

“This is the High Palace District. It is home to the Sultan, his extended family, and the rest of his court.”

They approached a building crafted from the purest marble, inlaid with semiprecious stones and gems, and highlighted with valuable metals. The handsome grill above the entrance canopy depicted a symbol representing the royal family; a circlet of stylized lightning bolts surrounding a six pointed star, both in gold, on a field of black. The oval light blue quartz door was thinly covered by gold metal scroll work and the golden door handles were fashioned into shooting stars. Nazmyr was awed by the architecture.

“This is the Peerless Embassy Building.” Dahlia said. “The central structure houses the empire’s many diplomats, hosting envoys from all over the multiverse. The smaller adjoining wings are reserved for diplomats on extended assignments from other planes.”

Nazmyr nodded in acknowledgment “And the building beyond?”

“That is the Sussurran Palace, also known as the Diamond Citadel, home to the Sultan Eli David and his family.”

Nazmyr noted that it too was built from the purest marble, inlaid with precious jewels, and highlighted with gold, silver, and other valuable metals.

The reception hall for the Peerless Embassy Building was a grand wonder to behold. The cream colored high arched ceiling was accented with semiprecious stones and valuable metals. This theme carried to the walls as well. Statues of prominent nobility were judiciously placed throughout the hall. The marble floor depicted a mosaic of the same symbol found on the front of the building: the symbol of the royal family.

“Is this where you work?” Nazmyr asked?

“Sometimes. I am usually in the palace. I have brought you here because Outsiders are not usually allowed within its hallowed walls. Dignitaries are confined here when conducting business unless granted exemption by the Sultan.”

Nazmyr nodded in understanding.

“Excuse me habibata. I must check in with the Secretariat.” Dahlia said before kissing him and bounding away.

Nazmyr watched as she walked deeper into the structure and would swear she was skipping away like a happy child. Indeed he wasn’t wrong. Excitement poured out of her like sunshine through fine white linen; she glowed from the inside out. The smile that cracked her face hadn't been seen since childhood. She bounced into the Office of the Secretariat and after identifying herself was escorted into a back room where Talia, second daughter to the Sultan, had been waiting. Talia immediately noted Dahlia’s exuberant mood.

“Dahlia Hakbarah what has gotten into you?” Talia said feigning a stern tone.

Dahlia said nothing but just looked at Talia with impish glee.

“Is he here?” Talia said; her excitement building.

Grinning from ear to ear, Dahlia nodded her head in the affirmative vigorously.

“He is?! Where is he?!” Talia said; her excitement still building.

“He’s waiting for me outside!” Dahlia said bouncing in place unable to contain her excitement.

Talia locked arms with Dahlia. “Come! You must introduce me! I wish to meet the thief who has stolen my friend’s heart!”

Fatoush stood in the shadows glaring at Nazmyr. Nazmyr, who appeared to be too interested in the building’s architecture, did not seem to notice. The Djinn was suddenly startled by a firm clap on the back.

“Fatoush! What has grabbed your attention that I so easily frightened you?”

“Nothing frightens me! And don’t call me Fatoush! Call me Phantom!”

“Ok, sure.” Stallac laughed.

Stallac saw the object of Fatoush’s ire, a lone drow. “Who is that?”

“His name is Nazmyr Vandree. He is courting Dahlia.”

“Really? A drow?” Stallac said quizzically.

“My feelings exactly! First she robs me of my right to find her a suitable man; then she further insults me by consorting with that!” Fatoush said gesturing towards Nazmyr in disgust.

“He appears well dressed. Is he of good station?” Stallac inquired.

“What?” Fatoush said incredulously. “Why does his dress matter? Do you not see him for what he is?”

“I’m just curious to know if he is well off and at least of equal social standing. If so, although her choice may go against tradition, it is not beyond social acceptance. What does he do?”

“Do?” Fatoush spat.

“Yeah! ‘Do’! Like for a living?”

“He breathes. Is that not enough?”

“Nevermind.” Stallac said with annoyance. “Let’s go ask him.”

Nazmyr was quick to sense the two men approaching him. He immediately recognized Fatoush but the man in elaborate armor gave him pause. It seemed comprised of materials representing all four elements melded together. He was unsure who he was, but judging his appearance he was definitely someone of authority.

“Ah! Fatoush! Good to see you again!” Nazmyr said as more of a call out than a greeting.

“Don’t call me Fatoush! Call me Phantom!” came the bitter response.

“Excuse my friend.” said Stallac.

“Friend?” said Nazmyr “And who might you be?”

“I am Stallac Stoutheart…”

“You will address the Amir as Lord Stoutheart!” Fatoush interrupted.

Nazmyr’s face formed a look of clarity “Amir? Well…”

Stallac shot Fatoush a disapproving glance “Stallac will be just fine.” He said as he offered his hand in greeting.

“I am Lord Nazmyr Vandree of the House Vandree.” he said as he accepted the greeting. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“What brings you to this city Nazmyr Vandree of the House Vandree?”

“I am a guest of Dahlia Hakbarah. Fat…Phantom’s sister.”

“Is she your business partner?”

“She is not although I am considering moving operations here.”

“Really?! And what kind of business are you in?”

“Arms and armament.” the dark elf said evenly.

“Ah I see. Would you happen to have a sample of your work?”

“I do not. I was not expecting this to be a business trip.”

“So it would seem that the main purpose of this visit is tourism?”

“Yes you could say that.”

“Then allow my to be your tour guide!” Stallac offered with a smile.

“I don’t think that is a good idea My Lord.” Fatoush said in protest.

As Talia and Dahlia exited the Office of the Secretariat, Dahlia’s giddy mirth suddenly changed to horror as she observed Nazmyr speaking with her brother Fatoush and his liege Lord Stallac. Dahlia did her best to control her emotions, still she became ashen as the color drained away from her face. She felt a knot develop in the pit of her stomach and cold beads of sweat formed on her brow. Talia too became concerned and the two rushed over.

“Stallac! Talia said in a light hearted tone as she moved to hug him.

“Fatoush! What’s going on?” Dahlia demanded through a nervous smile.

“Greetings little sister!” Stallac said as he returned the hug. “This must be Dahlia. Fatoush this is your sister, yes?”

“Phantom…...Yes My Lord.”

“It is an honor to meet you My Lord.” Dahlia said as she bowed.

“Is everything alright?” Talia asked?

“Everything is fine!” said Stallac. “I am going to take your friends here on a guided tour of the city. Would you care to join us?”

“That is most generous of you but I should not. I’m afraid my schedule is quite full.”

“Full of what?” Stallac asked sarcastically. “Are you being punished again with busy work?”

Talia smiled innocently. “Nooo?” her voice rising before trailing off.

Stallac shook his head and smirked, “Wait here for a moment.” He walked into the building and directly to the Office of the Secretariat. “You there.” He said to a djinn emissary scribing at a desk. “Forgive me. I do not know your name.”

“”Lord Stallac.” She said as she rose in respect. “I was not expecting you. Ziva is not..”

“Here. I know.” He said cutting her short. “What are Talia’s duties today?”

“She is to meet with foreign dignitaries should the need arise. Otherwise she is to sort requests to meet with King David.”

“Would you consider yourself capable to perform such tasks?”

“Why yes. I typically do. However Tali….”

“Is needed to accompany me.” He interrupted once again.

“But...” she said offering the most mild of protests.

“Is that a problem.” Stallac asked. “I shall address any concerns that arise from her absence.”

“ As you say my lord.”

“Good. and thank you …”

“Radwa my lord.”

Stallac nodded and walked back to the group.

“It is settled. You’ve been reassigned to me for the day. Come let us all enjoy the city.”

Talia and Dahlia both made excited high pitched squeals of joy . Fatoush shot them both a stern look of disapproval.

“My Lord, I beg you to reconsider.” Fatoush said renewing his protest. His words changing in tone from a bristling breeze to a stormy wind.

“Excuse us for a moment.” said Stallac as he stepped away from the group with Fatoush in tow.

“What are you worried about?” Stallac said in not so low tones. “He obviously has wealth. He’s a noble. Sure he belongs to a drow noble house but he seems ok as far as I can tell. And if his weapons aren’t complete trash I might be able to score a good deal for the troops back in West Port.” Stallac said as he beamed a smile at Fatoush and punctuated his sentence with friendly slap to Fatoush’s arm. Seeing Fatoush’s scowl Stallac added “Don’t worry. Your sister will be safe. We’ll keep an eye on him.”

“Ok!” Stallac said addressing the group. “First stop; the Cirussean Ward!”

The young woman eyed the proprietor warily. The barkeep’s hair was a frosty white with tinges of blue darkening toward the ends. Her eyes icy blue. She had sharp features, high cheekbones and a pixieish face. She had a nice shape and smooth skin. She smelled of some foreign perfume, a mix of lilac and amber. She was, to be sure, stunningly beautiful. “I was told this establishment had the best reputation for work in this city.” She pulled an unusual gold coin from her belt and placed it face up on the counter. With one finger she slid it forward.

Evony’s eyes were drawn to the coin. She hadn’t seen one of those particular currencies offered in some time. Her attention moved from the gold to the young lady who offered it. A pretty girl with dusky black skin. Stark white hair framed a pleasant face and eyes of emerald green. Her gaze made its way to Eldrar T’sith who had been watching the conversation from his usual seat at the end of the bar. He too eyed the coin, then nodded his head in approval. Evony accepted the mark and nodded. “I think there could be a place for you here. I’ll start you out provisionally to get a feel for how you handle the house. Master Eldrar T’sith will see to your other duties.” The newly hired barmaid smiled appreciatively. Evony made a motion and another serving girl responded immediately. Elarra this is Zesdryn. Please show her around and teach her how we do things here. Also she’ll be needing a room. Check with Master T’sith for something suitable.

“Of course Evony.” Elarra said. “Come. We’ll talk to Master T’sith first and get you settled. Then we can discuss the menu and responsibilities. We’ve been quite busy of late. Extra hands are most welcome. The guildmaster assigned her a room and she stowed what few possessions she had away. The two serving girls then made way back up to the tavern and took to sitting at an empty table. Elarra went through the offerings on the menu. “Most of it is farmed here in the Underdark but you’ll notice there are dishes, particularly specials that use spices and ingredients from as far away as Calimshan. Evony has business contacts everywhere. The Freth Trading Company has been contracted to acquire and transport many of the most rare and hard to find items. We have an inside connection and receive sizable discounts.

“Impressive. And Evony plans the specials?”

“Yeah, she runs everything in the tavern. She’ll set the menu a week in advance and we’ll see to it that everything is as she wishes. You don’t want to disappoint her. Right now there are 6 serving girls including us and 4 cooks. Unlike the local bakery we do not employ snot goblins. Evony is quite particular about who she hires. You must have had impressive references.”

Zesdryn smiled politely but didn’t say anything.

“It’s ok. The coin speaks for you.” Elarra added. “Most of us are quiet about our past. Not to worry, the hunted are welcome here, as are outcasts and those who dwell in the shadows.

“That’s good to know.” Zesdryn replied. I wasn’t sure where I would go but I saw this place in a dream. I guess you might say I was drawn here.”  

“As were we all.” Elarra said proudly. The goddess is well known to gather her children here...at least for a while. “Now drinks.” She waved to Aunran who brought over a tray with various alcoholic beverages. “We offer the best wine selection in the city thanks to our agreement with the Freth Trading Company. Please taste. It’s important to understand the different qualities of our more popular vintages. Each ahs its own nuance and flavor profile. ” As Zesdryn tasted the different wines Elarra continued. “We also offer a wide array of whiskeys and brandies. Everything from Abyssal Black to Caanian Red. The blue liquor in this glass is an import called Arterian Blue Brandy. We are one of only 3 locations that have access to it in the city. It’s distilled in the swamps of Hosuth. Not easy to come by.”

Zesdryn was feeling a little tipsy and her guarded demeanor softened considerably. “What’s that called?” She asked pointing at a glass alive with swirling colored liquid, black, red, blue and green.

Elarra grinned. “That’s a special distillation from Pandemonium called Fury’s Heart. I’d avoid sampling that one though. The last time we drank it half of us ended up passed out and in the wrong rooms...if you know what I mean.”

Zesdryn laughed. “Maybe I will pass.” She reached for a glass of violet liquid with a blue swirl and a black floater. “How about this?”

“King slayer.” Elarra said proudly “crafted and named for our very own Rygos Vandree after his conquest over the Rat King of Westport Manor. A wondrous tale of courage and skill.”

Zesdryn raised the glass in salute and emptied it. She smiled and said. “Wow. I think I’d like to meet this Rygos.”

“I bet you would.” Elarra replied with a wry grin. “That reminds me. You’ll need to recognize the guild members, particularly the officers and masters who run tabs but never pay.” She chuckled. Elarra pointed to the edge of the bar, “You’ve already met Master T’sith. The fellow sitting to his right is Charwyn, the guildmaster’s right hand and top lieutenant. The older gentleman sitting by himself in the corner there smoking a pipe is Master Kophyn, trainer of spellwarp snipers. Those two over there are Master Imrak Abboryn, the guild high priest and Madame Miz’ri, the potions master. The flashy looking man in the loud robes is Master Xarryn Dyrr, the guild mage.”

“Do all the patrons belong to the guild?” The new serving girl asked.

Elarra leaned her head back and forth. “I guess at given time about half of our customers are guild members. Though like I said the officers have special tabs. The rest eat and drink at a discount. We do have a rather large local crowd and of late have experienced quite a bit of tourist traffic. My guess is due to the increase in the availability of our more exotic offerings. We have libations and flavors that you would half to travel half a world away to enjoy. Many from surface towns and locales drow are most unwelcome.”

Zesdryn’s eyes moved about the bar falling on a drow noble in rich garb.

“Ah. See that handsome young drow with the half eaten plate of food and the dusty books about art work? Well that would be Rygos Vandree.”

“Ooh. King slayer.” She said with a bit of a slur pointing to the empty glass.

“Ok maybe you’ve sampled enough. We don’t want Mistress Innarei latching her talons into you on the first day.”

The tiefling smiled and waved to the two barmaids and Elarra swore she had heard what she said.

“That’s her there.” She said waving back.  “Careful with her. I believe her mother was a pleasure demon. She’s the guild librarian. Never forget though knowledge has its price.”

“Hey who’s that?” She said wide eyed pointing at a particularly well dressed and attractice young drow. His white hair hung freely about his shoulders and she could barely make out the lavender in his eyes. A pair of long knives sat on each hip and a kukri pressed tightly into the small of his back.

Elarra turned to look at who Zesdryn was pointing at and in an instant realized it was Valas. She grabbed the young girl’s hand lowering it back to the table and warned. “No no. Nooooo. Don’t do that. He’s off limits.”

“Says who?” The young barmaid asked indignantly.

“Says the woman who hired you. There is no faster way to end up…” Elarra searched for the right word. “... missing than to flirt with Evony’s paramore. That’s Valas Vandree. Learn his name and keep your distance.”

“Is he that much trouble?” Zesdryn asked.

“Him? No. Not at all. He’s quite pleasant and most charming. Evony however…” Elarra’s voice lowered to a cautioned whisper. “If she even suspects you have eyes for him she’ll pluck them out and pickle them in a jar of moonshine before placing them on the shelf behind the bar as a warning for all to see.”

“Oh.” Zesdryn said with a hint of disappointment in her voice. “So who's the female drow pushing into his left side then? Evony doesn’t seem to mind her.”

“That is Mistress Talice Dvestigar. Perhaps you’ve heard the name? As in House Dvestigar, Zarra Dvestigar and her brother Dorym? She’s the Mistress of Assassins. She’s who gets sent to enforce Master T’sith’s justice should a member betray the guild. Her face is the last many have ever seen. If Charwyn is the right hand than she’s most certainly the left. And we all know left hand magic is the darkest magic. She’s Evony’s best friend and Valas is her protege. She doesn’t train typically train members. Word is Evony asked her to do so.”

Zesdryn appeared to sober. “I think I understand.”

“Good.  Now here’s how you make a king slayer…”

…………………………

“Who’s the new girl?” Valas asked. “She’s prett…” Evony’s narrowed as she began twirling a spoon. “Pretty young to be working in a tavern.” He caught himself.

“Smooth.” Talice said sarcastically emphasizing her point with a jab to his ribs.

“I decided I needed more help. Besides she had this.” Evony drew out the gold coin Zesdryn had given her and handed it to Talice.

“Is that what I think it is?” She inspected the coin. “An assassin’s mark...a continental gold coin?”

“It is. It seems she found herself in some trouble in Ched Nasad. The goddess led her here to us. I offered her a job and Master T’sith a place in the guild...provisionally of course.”

“What’s with the coin?” Valas asked.

“It’s a unique currency.” Talice answered. “Assassins use it to buy special services and items unavailable to those without one.”

“It is also the only way to get a room at a Continental Inn. Safe havens for assassins. No business can be conducted on the grounds under pain of death. For all intents and purposes you are safe in the sanctuary the inn provides.”

“How have I never heard of these coins?” Valas inquired.

Evony grinned. “Oh yeah. I’ve been meaning to discuss that with you and Rygos. We’ve been so busy it must have slipped my mind.”

“Busy? For the last 10 years?” Valas asked with a sarcastic expression on his face.

Evony shrugged her shoulders innocently.

Valas turned his gaze to Talice.

“Don’t look at me. It’s a guild’s barkeep who manages the coins.” Talice said defensively.

“Well I couldn’t have you running off to somewhere I couldn’t get you back from now could I?” Evony scowled. “You and Rygos have earned coins for each guild sanctioned mission you completed.”

“How many?” He asked.

Evony reached beneath the bar and pulled out a lock box. She drew 3 sleeves of the gold coins and placed them on the counter before returning the box back beneath the counter. There are 25 coins in each sleeve. Each service costs 1 coin. Special services or items can cost more. The coins are not for sale and may only be used in our world. Their value can increase or decrease based on the reputation of the bearer. Understand these coins are not just currency but a social contract between those who live in our world. One sleeve is yours, the other give to Rygos.”

“And the third?”

Evony scowled, “Give them to Naris. His beggars guild sent them for him. It would seem I forgot about them after he dared to threaten me in my own inn. Give them to him or not. I really don’t care.”

“You’re a spiteful thing aren’t you?”

Evony smiled. “And don’t you forget it.”

Valas put the coins into his belt pouch intending to share them later. He turned his head toward the footsteps coming up behind him. It was Elarra and Zesdryn. Elarra was showing her where the bottles were kept and which glasses to use for each drink. Zesdryn’s eyes met Valas and she quickly looked away.

Evony smirked. “How’s the training going Elarra?”

“She’s a quick study. She’ll do just fine.” The barmaid answered.

“Good.” Evony said with a nod. She poured fresh wine for Valas and Talice.

Valas picked up his glass and excused himself. “I should probably discuss these coins with Rygos.”

“Very well.” She leaned across the bar and kissed him.

Talice rolled her eyes. “Get a room you two.”

Valas smiled and walked away.

“Are you sure you wanted to do that?” Talice asked.

“The coins...yeah he’s ready. The kiss...definitely.”

“Good to see Hurex has you using your spells to ward the place, keeps you sharp.” said Alaketh to Xhayte.

“Thanks.” the young tiefling replied, “I've been practicing alone much of the time you've been gone. Hurex has been spending a lot of time in the sunken city retrieving treasures and gaining followers.”

“Followers you say?” The Blackguard asked asked with interest.

“Indeed. Perhaps it’s best though if the dragon explained it.”

The two walked through the dank cave for a few minutes following its twists and turns before opening into a huge room with a huge water hole in the back left corner. Paintings, statues and other works of art littered the room, all suffering from various water damage.

“Hurex has been busy.” Alaketh thought to himself, “This place was empty when I left.”

Just then, water bubbles emerged from the pool and out sprang two lizard men carrying a small statue of a drow priestess. Looking up toward the sound of voices, they dropped the statue and drew scimitars. They charged through the water closing in on the unknown drow that was in their master's lair.

Xhayte commanded the lizardmen to stop but they either didn't understand or were more concerned with the drow standing there since they were looting a sunken drow city and they rushed past Xhayte. They were about to strike Alaketh who had been standing there with a quizzical look on his face when a huge object burst out of the water and landed on his hoard. Hurex roared freezing the lizardmen in their tracks. After a brief exchange in a language unknown to Alaketh, the lizardmen put their swords away and dove back into the water. Hurex welcomed Alkaeth home.

“Good to be back. I’m glad you have made yourself at home. I told you there was much unclaimed treasure down in the city..”

“Yesss. Fine arts and statuary.” The dragon moved his head toward a pile he had recently collected.

“But I’m curious. What's up with the lizardmen? asked Alaketh.

Hurex put the two statues down that were in his claws and explained that on his first foray into the sunken city he ran into some lizardmen that were slaves to drow from Hosuth, “Seems they are trying to dredge up their old home but the lizardmen are dragging their feet. They appear to be on the verge of a revolution. So after some discussions it seems their shamans have declared me an avatar of one of their long dead gods.” Hurex smiled at this, as acid dripped from one of his incisors into the pool of water. Those kobolds you encountered are still about and are making more of a menace of themselves since you’ve been away. I ate a few but that only emboldened them. Finally their lord and master flew by. This Eomyrosis the Black is an ancient if I ever saw one. She was searching for something...probably me,.. or us, either way we have a problem. An ancient will not allow another dragon to lair here  in this swamp so either we move or…” he paused. “We kill her, take her hoard and become lords of this swamp, so what do you say companion?

Alaketh thought for a moment then grinned. “I think I have just the brothers to help us out.”

After the return from the raid in Menzoberranzan

“Jade I want you to personally oversee a delivery of Yin Fen to a new client outside Westport Manor.” Ordered a man who had dark black, wavy hair, very thin eyebrows, and honey-colored skin. He was slightly built but had an air of confidence about him….or perhaps arrogance..

“I don’t really do deliveries,  I oversee the house’s security.” she forcefully replied.

“That’s great to know, we will be doing things differently from now on. When I order, you will obey.  Understood?”

Jade rolled her eyes, “Shouldn’t we be sending that delivery to Rilauvin. Naris has been waiting for a delivery for sometime and he can become extremely aggressive when his expectations are not met. “

“I am Raphael Torres Santiago the IV.” He shouted at Jade. ”I will not be strong armed by some Drow vanjit into making deliveries to customers that Camille made terrible deals with. All terms will be renegotiated by me.”

“Strong arming?” A voice questioned from the shadows.

“Naris.” Raphael said evenly. “Had I known we should be expecting you, I would have had a spread prepared.” his tone had a touch of sarcasm to it. “Please be seated. Jade get him a dr...”

Naris cut him off before he could finish. He began in a very calm manner, “Raphael. You are in no position to renegotiate the terms of the agreement. We both know that the selling of Yin Fen to farang is punishable by death in your culture. It would be shame to see your custom tailored suit get soiled.”

Jade struggled to contain her amusement.

Rafael just stared at him. “You could try and sell me out to the council of course….. Though I’d consider your options a little more carefully if I were you. They might be interested in your accusations...or... they may just bleed you out before you have a chance to speak. Foreigners are unwelcome in this town. Drow far less so.”

Naris glared menacingly at the Sanguinari noble.

Raphael smiled, “Perhaps you are right….I shouldn’t renegotiate the deal with you.” He took a sip from his goblet of wine, the blood red contents shimmering behind the crystal cup as the lighting from the fireplace diffused through it. “Besides, I’ve already brokered a better deal with a more respectable businessman in Rilauven, your brother Nazmyr will be pleased to know I’ve decided that he is to be the exclusive merchant for my product in the city.”

Naris grinned though his eyes ignited like wildfire betraying his rage. Jade held her breath. “You could try to send a shipment to Rilauven, to my brother....however I can assure you it will never reach its destination.” He took a step toward Raphael, “In fact I would encourage you to try, I’ll accept the free product as compensation for your hubris.”

The Sanguinari didn’t say a word simply affixing his gaze to Naris’s eyes. .

“Raphael I will be expecting my shipment by the end of the week, Otherwise my next visit will be less pleasant. Please excuse us, Jade & I have a planned training session with Hundred Eyes.” Naris said candidly as the two left the parlor.

Raphael sat for a bit sipping his wine. After a few moments,  he slammed his goblet against the table, shattering the glass and spilling wine everywhere. “Roose!” he yelled.

Never far away from his new master,  the young and incredibly handsome butler came running to Raphaels call.

“Yes my lord.” Roose answered as he entered

“Don't you think it would be wise of you to let me know Naris Vandree was on the premise?”

“Uh sorry my lord, he has become a bit of a fixture here the last few months. Between his arrangement with Camille & the time he spends with Jade & Hundred Eyes in the Dungeon.”

“Moving forward he is no longer permitted on the premise. Increase security immediately for the entire compound.” Raphael demanded

“I see my lord, shouldn’t these instructions be given to Jade?” The young butler asked.

“No, she is not be trusted, go speak directly to all the sargents. Let them know they will receive an increase in pay for their loyalty.” he stated confidently.

“As you wish my lord, would you like me to have the guards remove him from the property?”

“I fear it would be more trouble than it’s worth for us to evict him while he is with Jade & Hundred Eye’s,  I see no reason for unnecessary conflict.” Raphael reasoned

Roose nodded, “As you say master.”

Naris and Jade made small talk as they headed down to the dungeon, Naris, mostly mocking Raphael.  As they entered the training room. Hundred Eyes could be seen kneeling in the back of the room folding clothing humming a most jovial tune.

“Master?” Jade questioned, surprised to see him in such a good mood.

“Ah my lovely students,  Let’s prepare to spar”, he said as he stood up. “We’ll skip our pre-meditation session today.” He said in a most friendly tone.

Jade whispered to Naris, “Why is he so happy? It’s freaking me out.”

“I have no idea, but I’m happy we can get down to business and not deal with that meditation crap.” Naris whispered back.

Jade and Naris bowed to one another and took a step back. Just as they were about to draw their weapons Hundred Eyes shouted “No!, you will both be sparring me.”

Naris smirked. He was about to draw his weapons when he found Hundred Eye’s was already on him striking him hard with a flying butterfly kick to the temple on the left side of his head. Naris crashed to the floor barely holding onto consciousness. Hundred Eyes laughed as he put his hands through his mustache.

The wizened master looked over at Jade. As she readied for combat he held his hand out stopping her. “I would never strike you my dear.” Hundred Eyes knelt down, before producing a red sash. He handed the sash to Jade, saying “This is the sash of the phoenix. Please wear it in good health...”  Hundred Eyes rose and continued, “...My dear as it has been an honor and a privilege to watch you develop your skills as a sage of the blade. You honor me every time you draw your weapon. Know I will always be there if you ever need me!”

Naris regained his footing and stood tall.  He had pumped his chest out expecting to hear similar encouraging words.

“And you...” Hundred Eyes spat with venom, “It angers me that such a despicable being should have your powers and abilities. I won't lie, I have thought about ending your life several times. However you always seem to keep coming back for more. Be aware, Jade’s obvious affection for you is the only reason I allow you to live. I never would have trained such as  you if not for Camille's leverage over my village. Giving you these tools will be something I shall always regret. But now she is gone, and there is no reason for me to continue training her soldiers. This new master is an ignorant fool. He is unaware of the arrangement. I made with his predecessor so I will be leaving in the morning. I hope they try and prevent my exit. It would amuse me to burn this place to the ground should they try and stop me.” Hundred Eye’s runs his hand through his beard this time.

Jade’s eyes were wet with tears. She  stepped toward her master to embrace him. Naris grabbed Jade by the arm before she reached Hundred Eyes. ”Lets go.” he hissed. “we need to chat privately.”  As they were walking out, Naris turned his face to Hundred Eye and rubbed his fingers under his chin motioning his disrespect.

“Where should we go?” Naris asked

“Let’s go to my private quarters.” Jade responded quietly.

“Ah, So presumptuous that I am so easily bedded Lady Jade!”

“Jade shook her head, her tears flowing freely, “Now is not the time for your sarcasm Naris,   Mistress Belcourt is gone, Hundred Eyes is leaving, and I am stuck here.”

Naris grabbed her firmly by the face, looking into her green eyes. “Listen, I'm going to take care of all this, however I need your help. Please focus and pull yourself together.”

Jade nodded as she removed a key from her cloak,  she wiped the tears from her eyes and extended her arm welcoming Naris into her room.”  

Naris entered the simply arranged room, all four walls were covered with various weapons. The majority of the room was an open space, obviously meant for training with some combat dummies set in stands. The opposite side of the room contained a simple bed & desk.  Naris ran his fingers over a long sword’s blade to judge it’s sharpness.

“I need some fine parchment, quill and ink. Also, do you still have Camille's seal?”

“Yes, I believe so, it should all be in the desk.” Jade responded

Naris lit a candle and immediately began writing on two pieces parchment with two different inks. “Follow closely Jade, I need you to pay a visit to the warlock Magnus Bane. I need you to either get yourself invited to one of his famous parties, or go there looking for security employment. Camille is being imprisoned there according to my sources. Find out where she is being held, get me details.”

Suddenly, Naris popped his head up. He walked over to the door where he noticed a small folded up piece of paper had been slid beneath it. Naris quickly juanted to the otherside of the door and behind the figure who was still bent over. Naris put his hands over the figures mouth and opened the door, pushing the person inside.

“Roose! What is the meaning of this note?” Jade demanded.

Naris grabbed the note and passed it to Jade. He closed the door before he casually sits back down, returning immediately to the documents he was scribing.

“My lady, I worry about your safety. You have always been kind to me. I believe Raphael means to get rid of you somehow. He has been very secretive, today he told me to increase security. He also ordered that Lord Naris no longer be welcome on the property. He is an fiendish man, I despise him.”

“Did you notify the guards of these changes?” Jade inquired

“I had to, Raphael wanted to see a security increase immediately.” Roose confirmed

Naris blows air on the ink and hot candle wax seal affixed atop the pieces of parchment. He took them one at a time, folding them then placed the sealed writs in Roose’s hands.

“What are these my lord?” Roose asked Naris

“Roose you are to deliver these to Hundred Eye’s. They are raid contracts for an assault on his village agreed upon by Lady Camille Belcourt and Gerrick Darkdirk of the Blackhoods in Westport Manor.”  Naris replied. “The contract clearly states that his village will be raided & burnt to the ground if there are any reports of the prisoner Hundred Eyes leaving Sanguinar. The contract pays the Blackhoods 20,000 gold pieces upfront. Give these to Hundred Eyes this evening, tell him you found these while clearing out some of Lady Belcourt's documents and thought he would find them useful. Roose, moving forward you are to follow all of Raphael's directions and report all information back to Jade.”

Roose looked at Jade, “I’m completely confused by all this.”

Naris responded quickly “Relay the information, there is a long play here.”

His eyes were still fixed on Jade who nodded. “Do as he says Roose.”

“Of course my lady.” Roose replied and left.

Jade turned to Naris, “I don't agree with this at all, this is no way to manipulate our master.”  Jade objected.

“Master?” Naris said scornfully. “He is my trainer, nothing more. It’s a good thing I am not looking for your approval. Searching for a new trainer would be a tremendous inconvenience. Nor do I intend seek a new Yin Fen source. You may not like it but you’ll need to go along with my plans if you want Lady Belcourt back in power.”

Jade looked at him with a hint of disdain, “Are we all just pieces of a puzzle meant to satiate your lust for power Lord Naris Vandree?” She asked angrily

Naris moved in close, face to face with Jade. “Perhaps I do look to some as puzzle pieces…” His voice had taken on a charming tone, “.. and others for a more affectionate meaning.” He put his hand in Jade’s. She could feel a torn piece of paper and a key. “Here is the address of a safe house of sorts I keep in Westport Manner. Come back to me when you have the information I seek. Feel free to use the house if you feel like you are in danger.” Her eyes followed him as he left.

Naris waited in Westport Manor as several weeks passed him by. He was sitting in his room enjoying a pipe of some fine smoke he acquired from a travelling calashite merchant in the trade quarter when a knock on his room’s door and the sound of his goblin servant drew his attention.

“Yes Snot?” he said while taking in another mouthful of smoke.

“Master, Jade is here. She wishes to see you at once. I settled her into the guest room.”

“Thank you Snot.  Naris replied, “If she has the information we need, you will be traveling to the Dark Embrace immediately. There you make contact with Charwyn at the Dark Embrace. Give him this address for his “cat burglar” to meet me in 2 weeks time. Come.”

“As you command master.” the dutiful goblin replied.

Naris knocked on the door to the guest room, and entered after hearing  “Come in” from Jade. The two exchanged warm smiles, “Jade I trust your accommodations meet your approval?”

She moves into Naris for arms reaching for a hug. “I care not for material values Naris, you know this about me.”

“I assume you’ve discovered where Lady Belcourt is being held.” As Naris breaks the embrace short. “Tell me what you’ve learned.”

“Yes of course, She is being held in a secret room, beneath Magnus Bane’s personal library. The room can only be accessed by a floor hatch that is opened by a button behind a certain book in his library. It appears he’s taken a more careful approach to her confinement than before.”

“A book?” Naris looked puzzled. “What book?”

“The book's title is ‘The Anatomy of the Blood’. “Magnus wears a special glove when he moves the book. Mistress Belcourt is in a coffin, guarded by a construct. I believe the golem is activated when the coffin is opened.”

“Where do we go to access the library? What kind of construct?  What is it made out of? Any other traps we should be aware of?” Naris fired off question after question.

Jade sated at him waiting patiently for him to quiet. “The library is down the  eastside stairs on the main floor.” She began. “The door to the library has both a magical and physical protections securing it. The hatch itself has a magical trap warding it and the coffin has multiple traps placed set  upon it. Naris there is more… and this may not be easy to hear. I’m told that apparently your brother Nazmyr is responsponsible for Camille's imprisonment.” Jade offered carefully.

“I am well aware of who is responsible for this.” Naris responded grumpily.

Jade looked puzzled, “I don't understand why you would side with Mistress Camille over your brother.”

“I care for Nazmyr as much as all my brothers, however he has interfered with my business dealings. And worse, he has been less than truthful in regards to his relationship with Lady Camille. I expected he should know better. I for one would never interfere with his business dealings out of respect. That said I still in trust him. Besides I’m certain Camille and I will come to some sort of an accord in the future to keep me placated and protect him from her wrath.” Naris said sarcastically. “Well done Jade, most impressive work.” he said pleased with her report. Naris looked at Snot and gave him a nod. The goblin bowed and left without a word. Naris poured wine for them both. “Jade, how is Master Hundred Eyes? I understand he has decided to stay in the compound for the time being.  How is his mood?” Naris asked with a smirk.

Jades smile faded to a frown, “I have not seen him. He disabled a squad of guards bringing him rations the day after Roose delivered him the “contracts.” For the record, I still do not approve of what you did Naris.”

“It was the only way, you'll see. Perhaps you will change your mind when Camille is back in power, things will return to the way they always were. The two of them will be bickering like an old married couple before you know it. Please, make yourself comfortable, spend the night or as long as you choose.”

“I must get back to Sanguinar, before Raphael is suspicious, he is as paranoid as ever.  There is this new contact that is receiving large amounts on Yin Fen.  He is keeping it a secret, even Roose has no idea who he is dealing with.” Jade explained

“Ok, stay safe. Remember….You’re always welcome here Jade.”

Two weeks later,  Naris found himself  in a wood not to far from the Bane estate, leaning against a tree smoking his pipe admiring the full moon.  He had been listening to song of animalistic howls in the distance when suddenly a figure appeared out of the shadows.  

“You must be Naris.” A woman's voice called from behind.

“I am, and you are?”

“Im Jett, Charwyn sent me.” The attractive fast talking drow female replied. Jett clearly got her name from either the color black of her skin or the speed in which she spoke.  Naris wasn’t sure which. Within the first 2 minutes together Naris quickly found out that she had been to his inn, how much Evony despised him and the large amount of respect she had for his brothers in the guild.

Naris began to feel incredibly nervous that Charwyn might be playing a prank on him by sending some lowly swindler instead of the high end rogue he was promised and paid for.

Naris grew more and more frustrated with her non-stop chatter as they walked towards the Bane estate. At his wits he he interrupted her, “Listen, let's get down to business... enough of the small talk.” He explained where the traps were. “How are you going to take care of this? We need to be ghosts, and I’m a little concerned because you don't seem to be able to keep quiet.” He scowled. “I have a gag in my cloak that I was expecting to use on my target, not the person helping me break her out.” Naris said threateningly.

“Wow, now i can see why everyone thinks you’re a real jerk. Fine no talk.” Jet sneered as she pulled a mask from her cloak. “I'll make sure to tell everyone at the Embrace that they were right. You are an ass!” Jett hissed.

Naris shook his head and began running down the plan they were going to follow to reach the coffin. “The only opposition I’m expecting is a stone construct in the coffin room, I will take care it. All I need you to do is handle all the doors and traps.”

Jett shook her head, “You know you should really think about working on how you speak to people.”

Naris stopped in his tracks, “Listen I hired you for a fucking job. I'm not looking for a lecture about my manners.”

Jett took her mask off and quickly cut him off, “You know what? I kinda think this job is off. I'm not feeling terribly appreciated and my company isn't feeling welcome.” Jett responded sensitively.

Naris puts his hand over his face, “Wait. Ok.” he exhaled with exasperation. “I’m sorry. Please don't go. I really need your help. Looks like we have about a 15 minute walk, I'd love to hear more about you.”

Jett smiled and much to Naris’s chagrin continued to talk non-stop for the next 15 minutes.

“Excuse me Jett.” Naris said politely. “I believe we are getting close to the house.”

Jett pauses looking around the area and goes quiet. She puts her mask back on then turns a ring rendering her invisible. Naris does the same.

The two approach the multiple level estate. The grass and garden were well manicured and a low stone wall marked the perimeter. They followed the shadows as best they could while approaching the villa. Jett inspected the entryway. She made quick work of wards and lock on the front door.  Naris was impressed. He hadn’t seen anyone with skills like these short of his brother Valas. Jett stopped to look around, Naris watched as she cast a silence spell and closed the door resetting the locks. Jett scanned the foyer, as expected all was quiet. Magnus was away and his servants had retired for the evening. The two made their way up the stairs leading toward the library door. Jett again masterfully handled the traps with what seemed like great ease. She quietly closed the door and moved towards the book on the shelf. Jett summoned an unseen servant directing it towards the book and watched as it disintegrated the second it touched the binding. Naris became concerned as a serious look of concern appeared on his face. Jett was unfazed. She replaced her ring of invisibility with another ring. Naris watched as the book began to move by telekinesis off the shelf and on to the floor revealing a button.  Jett pushed the button and a section of the floor opened to reveal a hatch. She set to the task of removing the magical glyphs on the trapdoor before opening it and stairs leading down came into sight. The two followed down the stairs ending in a large sized room empty except for an ornate jeweled coffin and the stone golem standing immobile near it. The two intruders dispelled their invisibility and began to exchange sign language to communicate. Naris positioned himself behind the golem, His ‘Long Knife of the Skirmisher’ in hand had been set with a demolition crystal. Jett proceeded to work on the series of traps on the coffin. She signaled to Naris that she was about to open the coffin. As the lid separated from the main of the coffin the golem activated, coming to magical life. Naris moved quickly to bury his long knife into the golem but took a bad step tripping on the massive creature’s stone feet. He fell right in front of the coffin. Jett turned quickly invoking a spell to create a wall of force, wedging the golem into a corner.  The golem pounded on the force wall trying in vain to reach the intruders. Naris winced at the tremendous amount of noise the creature created. He regained his footing just as the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard on the floor above. Naris shackled Camille's hands and feet, stuffed a cloth in her mouth and places a black bag over her head. He pulled her from the coffin breaking her torpor throwing her struggling form over his shoulder and moved toward Jett.

The crafty cat burglar found her way to the opposite wall and cast a passwall spell to provide an exit. Unfortunately the the spell doesn't make it to the surface. Naris grew concerned that the two were now surrounded by Earth. He had lost his direction, unsure where he is exactly in relationship to the surface. Jett grasped his wrist and smiled. Her teleport incantation drew them into the void only to have them reappear outside near the same tree that Naris and Jett met earlier that night.

Naris took in a deep breath of cold midnight air. “Jett, I'm not sure what to say, thank you. You are quite amazing.  I would appreciate it if you didn't share my shortcomings with the rest of your guild. I’m less than happy with the way I dealt with that golem. If I’m being honest it was quite embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing... indeed it was, Didn't you say you would handle the golem?  Not to worry your secret's safe with me Lord Vandree. I very much enjoyed our conversations, hope to see you soon at your inn. Please let Charwyn know your contract was fulfilled and you were pleased with my services.”

“Indeed, very pleased.” Naris offered Jett a friendly bow of the head as she disappeared into the shadows.

Naris invoked the power of his cloak of the bat shooting into the sky with Lady Camile in arms, his ring making invisible for the trip back to his townhouse. Naris brought his captive into his office placing her in a chair. He decided to secure her with rope for good measure prior to removing the sack and gag from her face.

Camille glared at Naris, then looked about the room taking in her surroundings. “Is there a competition in House Vandree as to which brother can kidnap me the most?” she said playfully.

Naris drew a toke off his pipe, “On the contrary, This was a liberation mission.”

Camille eyed her restraints and began to laugh, “Liberation, forgive me Naris I don't exactly feel liberated.”

“In due time Mistress, I want to layout some ground rules moving forward that I am hoping you will agree to.”  

Camille looked at Naris with narrowed eyes.

“First and foremost I want to make it perfectly clear that any type of retiliation against my brother Nazmyr’s person is completely off the table,  You are not to attack him physically or mentally in any way shape or form. Can you agree to that?”

“I don't have much of a choice here do I? Camille responded flatly.

“No you don't.” Naris emphasized. “Let me be clear,  should you attack him, my next visit will result in your placement in a coffin permanently.” he raised his tone for effect.

“Very well Naris, I agree, Besides I find it sexy when you talk tough.” Camille responded snarkly

Naris ignored the comment.  “Next you need to get your house in order. Raphael is seriously disrupting our Yin Fen arrangement. He has apparently brokered a deal with Nazmyr and I'm cut out. Lastly, you will need to smooth things over with Hundred Eyes.”

Camille looks at Naris quizzically, “How so”?

Naris explained while he removed Camille's restraints. “Well I may have had to manipulate him into staying. He was planning on leaving because you were out of the picture. I am not interested in looking for another trainer. Also you should know Jade and Roose are still loyal to you, I'm not sure what other help you can expect.  Lastly, I've gone through great trouble to free you. So my expectation is that you regain control of your house as soon as possible so we can once again conduct business together. There is the matter of that little favor to collect from you.”

She made a face.

Here’s some gold.” he said handing her a pouch. “We’re in Westport Manor.  Please see your way out and send word to me in Rilauven when we can start working together again.”

“Thank you Naris,” She smiled touching the tip of her tongue to her right incisor. “What a mess...I’ll be looking forward to resuming business soon but for now...Let’s just say  I have much to do.” She checked herself in his mirror straightening her dress then grinned as she turned to leave.

“Enter” Quevas bade.  

Nuraya slowly entered the room “With whom are you speaking Quevas?”

“Enter dear and meet my friend Tkoodlevunch, better known to me as TK.  TK meet Nuraya my manager for Limoo Shirin.” Quevas’s face saddened as he explained,  “TK recently joined my side when his master...my mentor... House Freth Wizard Caelcoth Hyluan was viciously murdered.”

Nuraya offered her condolences then reached behind TK’s large pointed ears and began to scratch him. “He is adorable Quevas.”  

Quevas smiling again watched as TK’s left leg began to twitch until it began to full out shake as Nuraya pet him.  “ I see that the two of you will get along just fine.”

Nuraya smiled “I had a pet like him before I was taken as a slave.”  

Quevas straightened in his seat and asked, “May I inquire as to how you became a slave dear?”

Nuraya’s smied disappeared instantly as she snapped “No!”  

Quevas stood up and as he began to exit paused to say “Enjoy the company dear. Perhaps, when you are ready, you will choose to share this with me.”

Quevas was almost through the door when Nuraya spoke “Please… wait, I’m sorry for my reaction.  It has been a long time since I’ve had to remember what happened but rage still fills my heart.”  Nuraya motioned for Quevas to take a seat.

Quevas instead made for a cabinet he had recently installed in the space. It was filled with some of the finer wines from the City of Brass.  He poured two glasses before walking back toward Nuraya “i think might help make the tale easier to tell my dear.”

Nuraya with TK seated in her lap on the bed began “My parents both worked for a bey within the city.  They were both human in appearance and did not know that the blood of elementals flowed through their veins. When I was born some 24 years ago they had been enjoying a good life.  Sadly that would suddenly change. At my birth my father was initially shocked by my appearance. I inherited more typival elemental features and so my father assumed my mother had betrayed him for another. His anger toward her grew daily and his treatment of her more harsh. Over time though they both came to learn of their heritage thanks to the help of the great bey we worked for and lived with.  Unfortunately, my father’s lingering temper did not fade.” Nuraya’s mood shifted to a sad expression “Even so we had lived well until my 8th birthday. Our benevolent bey invited many friends over to help celebrate me. It was his idea that a better day’s outcome could be had with a larger party. The party was to be my last happy moment in this life.  That day the wretched son of one of the bey’s friends, a true efreet, attempted to exert his sexual desires upon me. I wish I hadn’t screamed that day for it would’ve saved me many future tears and screams, but alas it wasn’t so.  Upon hearing me many came running. The bey and the wretched child’s father were furious. Unfortunately, my father was blinded by rage. He never heard the bey yell stop before killing the child for his transgression against my honor. Had circumstances had been different, I believe the bey would have sided with us.  But alas, killing an efreet within the city of brass comes with a severe penalty. The bey had no choice but to acquiesce to the murdered boy’s family’s wishes that we be immediately arrested.”

Nuraya fought back a sob though her tears had long ago dried out. “My father was promptly put to death and my mother and I sold into slavery.  The bey attempted to purchase us and save us from this horrible fate but was outbid by the family of the murdered child. They in turn sold my mother to a sheik from Calimport and myself to a brothel as revenge. It has been nearly seventeen years since I last saw my mother. I have passed through many a brothel and home only find myself once again on an auctioneer’s block.  I thought my life over until I was saved by the good fortune of your purchase.” Nuraya raises her head and smiles slightly “Thank you Quevas.”

Quevas nodded in return. He had also noticed that TK surprisingly had sat relatively still the entire time.  He rose to get the Port wine bottle. He poured Nuraya another glass, leaving the bottle next to her. He looked down, cupping her chin and with his hand, gently raising her head. “You are definitely a unique individual Nuraya.”  Exiting the somber room and leaving her with TK he said “Rest you two. We shall talk more when next I return. I have business to attend to in Hosuth. My dear I leave the Limoo Shirin in your very capable and strong hands, TK watch out for her and be nice to Grelvog Agir lest he eat you, Nuraya will introduce you.”

Quevas arrived in Hosuth near his brother Nazmyr’s tree again.  “This has to stop”, he muttered to himself. He hated relying on this location for arrival. He hastily made his way through town to the merchant’s quarter and his new warehouse.  It had been several weeks since he had been here. Upon entering he found the foreman he had hired to construct the place. Looking around he was quite pleased with the work. The warehouse/baking area would soon be done. Looking toward the drow architect and nodding his approval. He reached for a small pouch. Making sure several of the workers would see and hear the exchange as he tossed the pouch to the foreman and said “Drinks for you and the workers are on me this evening, fine work.”  

The foreman, Vhukyn Omraeir, replied pleasantly, “The store fronts are done and await your approval lord,” then nodded his approval raising the pouch.  

Quevas made his way through town to the stores.  He passed several checkpoints on his way. At one of the latter checkpoints he saw Calnozz Helvilyl  “Been a while lieutenant, here is something to hold your men over till my store opens.” Quevas offered Calnozz a Limoo Shirin cake. “I believe you will like this one even better.”  Calnozz nodded as Quevas quickly bypassed the line, heading toward his stores.

Quevas surveyed the two stores and found the foreman was correct that they were indeed done.  Both stores were built to his specifications and were immaculate. “This city truly does indulge their merchants well.” he mused. Quevas went upstairs to the second floor of his magic store. After inspecting the building and ensuring it was empty, he cast magical incantations, warding it against intrusion.  He entered what would soon be his room and protected it as well. Once he felt secure, he studied his room, noting a cleared space to return to in the future.”

Quevas unrolled a scroll and after reading it found himself moments later walking through a tunnel toward Riluaven not so far from the city. He identified himself at the gate and was quickly allowed inside. He learned there had been some recent demonic activity nearby.  It seemed a couple of dretches had attempted to approach a little too close to the city. They were quickly dispatched by a patrol hiding in wait. The skirmish though created concern that they might not have been alone. Quevas made a mental note to arrive at a more secure location just nearer the rear entrance of the city for safer passage in the future.  He made his way toward his lemon store and once inside informed three of the slave bakers that their training was complete. He ordered them to prepare for travel elsewhere to work. He decided to leave the remaining four here, three goblins and a human slave. He entered the rear of the store and walked downstairs. He quickly located the minotaur guard stationed there and a pile of future wares he had been collecting. He commanded three stock goblins to load the entirety into his portable hole before he closed it.  He informed his minotaur guard that he would be travelling to Hosuth with him to work there as well. There was a clear scowl and expression of anger upon the minotaur’s face. His facial expression and concern were eased after Quevas ensured him that his pay would increase considerably.

A bothersome voice seemed to blend with his the entire time. Quevas had been ignoring the goblin running close behind but was quickly beginning to anger.  

The goblin made to interrupt again “Excuse me Lord?”  

“What!”  Quevas snapped, “Obviously you don’t see I’m busy.”  

Tuurd as the goblin was named began “I’m sorry Lord but something has happened.”  Business has been interrupted.”

Quevas looked carefully at his surroundings within the store. The Ring Gates were not receiving or sending goods. The line normally out-front was nonexistent.  “What has happened Tuurd?”

Tuurd, obviously afraid of the change in Quevas’s demeanor replied “The gates just stopped working lord.  Our chef sent out runners to buy comparable ingredients but they’re quality did not match that which was coming through the ring.  The customers grew unhappy and slowed in coming saying they not return till the problem is addressed. We had no way of contacting you lord.”

Quevas’s growing anger lessened and he seemed to calm.  He had heard that Rilauven might implement such a magical defense in order to block teleportation from outside the city. Quevas assumed this had already taken place. This demon intrusion in the Underdark was becoming quite troublesome. Quevas quietly hoped that Menzoberranzan would’ve been wiped out by the demons by now. Unfortunately, though he knew that would not happen due to the great power possessed by the denizens of the city. It was said that the Demon Lord Demogorgon himself was banished from the city.  “Amazing what they are capable of when united, if they only learned to work together more frequently. Alas the spider bitch won’t allow it.” he lamented.

Some time later, Quevas made his way to the city guard station in Rilauven.  After a brief inquiry he learned that this teleportation problem had caused to much complaint within the city. But like many of the underdark cities near Menzoberranzan it would remain in place until the threat of demons had subsided. The rulers of several of the nearby cities had followed Menzoberranzan’s lead and secured themselves in kind.

Teleportation and gating were a fundamental concern when dealing with demons/devils.  Even so,due to this complaint the guards had been ordered to establish a secure location for incoming teleportation just a short way outside the rear gate for nobility, merchants and such.  This location would allow for a relatively short walk to the rear city entrance. It was also safeguarded by the city militia should the threat of demons present itself. In the unlikely event it became overrun however, a magical contingency would immediately void all teleportation and gating in the area, preventing any incoming individuals from accidently arriving amidst demons.

Quevas returned to his storefront with the news. He changed his earlier instructions accordingly. He would be taking all his bakers and two stock goblins, leaving only a serving and stock crew here. He collected his ring gate ensuring to only store it within a simple backpack for travel.  Were he ever made the mistake of placing such an item within his portable hole….. A shiver ran down his spine. Disaster... He was leaving Tuurd in charge here to keep the goblins in check. His human staff, and minotaur guards would control Tuurd. Quevas had a closed for renovation sign placed outside until his anticipated return in a few days.  The staff remaining would be accommodated inside till then.

Upon arriving at the secure area outside the rear gate he withdrew the Ring Gate and sent a note into it.  Placing the Ring gate away he instructed 5 goblins into the remaining space within his portable hole. He then closed the hole and retrieved a scroll from his clothing.  He read the scroll and the remaining 3 bakers, 1 goblin, minotaur guard and himself appeared instantly within his bakery in Hosuth. He freed his bakers assisting them out of the portable hole. He then took his entire entourage to the warehouse by the water. Once inside he met with the contractor who was awaiting his return. After a long inspection of the warehouse Quevas felt most pleased with the work.  He paid the contractor adding a generous bonus and put his people to work. This warehouse had been built to perfection in his mind. The front of the building housed an enormous kitchen. It had room enough for 20 bakers, more than adequate for the 7 he had brought. The rear of the building held storage along with dock space for 3 boats which would be used for shuttling goods to and from the other 2 storefronts Quevas had purchased. Eventually he may decide to even shuttle goods to other cities. Only time would tell. Quevas quickly removed the ring gate from his pack and placed it the area designed to house it.  He quickly scratched a note out and sent it through the gate. After about ten minutes goods began to flow through again. The two goblins quickly started their routine of receiving and stacking again. The bakers were taught the new system then began to retrieve the goods and other essentials from the rear of Quevas’s portable hole to begin baking once again.

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It had been a week since Quevas moved his operation to the Hosuth warehouse. He left his minotaur in charge of securing the warehouse with some local hires. His Hosuth Bakery was up and running as well with a healthy flow of customers. Many of the local military frequented often due to the standing discount he offered them. Quevas had also hired from among these drow to work security for his buildings.

Quevas approached his bakery that morning and found Lt. Calnozz Helvilyl standing out front with another two drow. They appeared to be chatting. “Good day Calnozz.” Quevas stated. He was met with three nods and a hearty handshake as Calnozz grasped his forearm. “Your store Quevas is amazing, the delicacies that are your pastries are enjoyed by all as evidenced from this line of customers. Also, the fact that you hire my men for security as well is greatly appreciated.” Quevas nodded “Calnozz we both benefit from such an arrangement.  I feel secure in doing business here thanks to you and your men. I have a great respect for what you do and that is why I also hire them and pay them so well not to mention the standing discount for my wares. What fool would dare try to hurt or steal from my business knowing he would face my security first and further upset the local militia in doing so. It is I, who should thank you for allowing me to prosper within your city. Calnozz let your people know that as my customer base grows, and I open my component store across the street I will be hiring more security personnel.”  Calnozz nodded his head in approval then entered the store with Quevas.

“So Calnozz what brings you here this morning?”

“My men at the bridges were hoping for one of your treats to help pass the day.”

Quevas motioned to one of the goblins behind the counter.  After whispering in his ear, the goblin ran to the back of the store before returning with three boxes.

Quevas states “2 boxes contain cakes and the third pastries. Wish the men well for me.”

Calnozz made for his coin purse to pay for the goods. Quevas would have none of it.

“You can pay next time when I may not be here Calnozz, this one is on me.”

Calnozz thanked Quevas again and left  with his treasures. Quevas moved to the rear and was pleased to see everything running smoothly. Exiting the store, he walked across the street to his other business to see how things were developing.  Looking up he saw that his sign “The Dancing Flame Magic and Divine Emporium” was now hanging above the entry. Curious, he turned to see that “Limoo Shirin “Sweet Lemon” Bakery” sign was also hanging. Quite pleased he turned and entered his emporium.  Looking around he saw his guard standing just inside the door. He returned the guardsman’s nod walking past. Quevas approved as to how his goblins were arranging the store. They had actually followed his instructions correctly this time. He motioned for the goblins to take a break as he inspected the space. The front of the store showcased many mundane and standard magic/divine components which are readily available in the underdark as well as the surface.  Upon approaching the counter one would see behind it, a large showcase for many not easily accessed components. There was also a sign advertising rare and extremely rare components that would be available per request. Special requests for non-listed items could also be made and an answer to availability of such, along with price would be given within a few days. Quevas was quite pleased to find out that this store would be ready to open by his next visit.

Walking back across the street to the Limoo Shirin, Quevas entered and approached his head of security.  Dordiar Stormhorns, the minotaur guard that came here from Riluaven was standing at his post overlooking the entire warehouse. The local security men hired were conducting their rounds as he gazed on. Dordiar snorted as Quevas approached. Quevas asked him to join him in the rear office.  Once inside he thanked Dordiar for his excellent service so far and especially for his patience.Dordiar had agreed to come to Hosuth reluctantly as he had built a life in Riluaven. His family and friends were there. The increased pay was the only reason he had agreed go.

“I have a proposition for you Dordiar that should please you and free me up to work on more pressing matters. As you know once every other day in the morning I come here and teleport many wares to the outskirts of Riluaven to supply my store there. On a couple of those occasions you accompanied me to check in on your affairs within the city before returning with me. On those occasions I asked that you take note of the area we arrived in. Do you remember that area well?”

Dordiar grunts a response in undercommon “Yes”

“Good Dordiar. Here.”

Quevas handed the minotaur a pair of boots he had recently spent several weeks working on and then stored inside his cloak. “Try them on.”  Dordiar stared perplexed at Quevas and then the small human sized boots he was just handed. Quevas again motioned for him to try them on. Shrugging his massive shoulder Dordiar obliged. Fully believing he is about to tear them apart with his massive hooves he was surprised to find the boots seem to magically enlarge as he pulled them on. Once the look of amazement passed, he grimaced at Quevas and his expression becoming sterner

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Quevas raised his hand “Relax Dordiar they are meant to be a gift should you choose to accept them. I believe your having them could prove beneficial to both of us.”

The minotaur eyed him suspiciously.

“They are boots of teleportation that I recently crafted. I wish you to take my wares to Riluaven every two days personally. I would that you to check on the store there as the goods are delivered. This way I will no longer need to perform this task myself. It also affords you the opportunity to visit Riluaven whenever you so choose. Will you except this duty and my gift?”

Dordiar spoke in rough undercommon “May I try them out now?”

“Be aware Dordiar the magic will allow only three castings each day. Today’s wares have already been delivered so yes, please do. Tthey are yours to use as you see fit should you so choose to accept my offer.”

Dordiar immediately nodded his approval and stepped back attempting to teleport.  His body taking the motion of a weird dance as he attempted to get the boots to work. Quevas fought back a laugh as he approached Dordiar. Trying to calm him, he whispered the command word into the minotaurs cowlike ear. Dordiar, now understanding how to activate the magic he wore paused to allow Quevas time to step back before whispering the arcane word and disappearing.

“It is beautiful city to be certain brother.” Valas said “But is this what you truly want? To be king amongst these humans?”

“If not me then who?” Nazmyr crowed “As King of Ev I have access to one of the most amazing armories the realms have ever seen!”

“I can see the appeal.” Valas lied. “And what of Lady Ev?”

“What of her?” Nazmyr said dismissively.

“You may hold the title brother, but Lady Ev holds the power. She seems to regard you as nothing more than a possession…a trophy that she can flaunt when the need suits her.” Valas offered evenly.

Valas’ observation angered Nazmyr, mostly because he knew deep down inside his brother was right.

“Perhaps…. but only because I allow it. In time Langwidere will succumb to me and I will be the true monarch. It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that they crave subjugation. They were made to be ruled. In the end, they will all kneel before me.”

“Of that I have not doubt brother. Be that as it may. Do you really want to be tied down to a kingdom of humans the same way Ishtoshen is tied down to his orcs? Is that really some great prize?”

Again Valas’ words bit hard. It was a comparison Nazmyr had never thought to make. He wanted to say he was wrong, that his situation was different, but he couldn’t. Nazmyr and his brothers are paragons of their race. Why then would he want to waste his time governing and tending to lesser beings? His ego was getting the better of him. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Indeed Valas’ recent visit left him with much to contemplate.

In the days following Valas’ departure Nazmyr came to the realization that the plot of his life didn’t make sense anymore—that although he thought he was following the arc of a story, he kept finding himself immersed in a passage he didn’t understand. He came to the conclusion that Ev and Langwidere needed to be written off and removed from his story. He convinced himself that he had outgrown them and didn’t need them anymore. With new found clarity he went looking for Langwidere, to be rid of her; at least for the time being. He pushed through the elaborately hand carved oak door that led to the parlor. The parlor’s interior was a total work of art with elegant and lavish furniture, small sculptures, ornamental mirrors and tapestries complimenting architecture reliefs and wall paintings.

What he saw next snatched the breath from his chest…”Impossible.” he was barely able to gasp. He saw her resting on an embroidered lounge chair. She greeted him smiling a silver grin her fangs only just exposed. She wore a long black silk dress with red accents close fitting to her form with a long slit up the right side that exposed her skin up to her hip. Her hair was still the color of jet and her eyes were still green as emeralds. She was still beautiful.

“Nazmyr.”  Langwidere said casually as he entered. “So good to have you back.”

Langwidere’s words were hollow in his ears and he felt the blood in his veins go cold. As he battled the sudden onset of dread, he managed a slow smile.

With a quick bark of laughter he said “Langwidere my love! I was unaware we had guests.”

“This is Camille Bellcourt. She’s an old acquaintance.”

Camille slowly rose from her seat and sauntered over to Nazmyr.

“There’s no need for introductions Lady Ev, we’ve met before.” Camille said as she offered her hand to Nazmyr.”

Nazmyr felt his muscles become rigid and his posture stiffen as Camille approached.  He didn’t accept her hand but offered her a wry smile.

“Oh really?” Langwidere said with a mixture of surprise and jealousy.

“We met at Magnus Bane’s swaray.” Offered Nazmyr, his eyes still locked on Camille.

“Ah, of course.” Langwidere said recalling the event. “Was there something you wanted?”

“I...uh...yes...I’ll be away for business...for awhile. I didn’t want my extended absence to concern you.”

“Is that all then?” Langwidere said dismissively.

“What kind of business?” Camille pried.

“It’s complicated.” Nazmyr said somewhat annoyed. “I’ll spare you the details.”

“I’m all about the details.” Camille quipped. “I detest loose ends.”

“As do I Lady Bellcourt.” Nazmyr said evenly. Quickly changing the topic Nazmyr continued “Well it seems I have taken up enough of your time. I shall take my leave.” Nazmyr punctuated his sentence with a quick nod to both ladies and exited the parlor closing the elaborately hand carved oak door behind him.

Nazmyr stormed through the marble halls of the palace.

“Impossible!” He thought to himself. “Impossible…but could it? No, no, no, that’s Impossible! But how?!”

It didn’t matter. Camille’s return only solidified his decision to abandon the throne of Ev and Langwidere. He still cared for Langwidere though he couldn’t explain why. Perhaps it was because he knew she was more than she seemed to be. He saw past her former humanity, past the construct, and into her soul. Her life had made her selfish but only because she had no proper examples to follow. She didn’t know any better.

“Why am I making excuses?!” Nazmyr chided himself. “I was bewitched by Camille and Langwidere! And now they are in league with one another!”

Before his departure he sought after the secret workshop where he had seen Twain repair Langwidere. He was firm in his decision to leave Ev but he wasn’t leaving empty handed.

The room was different than the others. There was only one glass window, wavy and yellowed by time. The fireplace had not seen use for some time and there's a woodpile in the corner that was collected years ago. It had all the appearances of being forgotten about. But for Twain the room had certain advantages. It’s location in the palace and its neglected appearance made it easy to overlook. Under the hearthstone was a shaft leading directly to a secret cellar. It was so well concealed it would remain undiscovered even when subjected to the closest of scrutiny. Beyond the shaft was Twain’s secret workshop and where the magic lived on. All manner of tools, gears, parts and mechanical props hung from the walls or were stored neatly in wooden bins. Industrial looking lanterns that hung from the ceiling illuminated the workshop with a gentle arcane glow.

Ever leery of glyphs, wards, and other traps, Nazmyr carefully surveyed the entrance into the workshop. Upon completion of his inspection he nodded to himself in satisfaction and entered the workshop. He took only a few short steps before he was struck by a blinding flash of light. He instinctively shielded his eyes and frantically tried to regain his bearing. By the time he did it was too late, he found himself encapsulated in a shimmering cube of force. Desperately he cast several spells to no avail. Minutes seemed like hours as his mind raced to discover a way to freedom. He was running out of options when Twain methodically entered the room closing the door behind him.

“There's not many people who can breach my workshop.” Said Twain.

“But you figured I'd come.”

“Yes but not so soon. After.”

“After? After what?”

“After whatever chaos you could sow in Ev. Once Ev was in turmoil and Langwidere was desperate, you would appear to us as a friend, and we would let our guard down.”

“Is that so?”

“I want you to leave Ev.”

“Why would I do that? Consort is only a stepping stone, soon I will be your true King.”

“And once you've won, once you're King of Ev, what happens to Langwidere?”

“Why are you so concerned for her? Is this love, Twain?”

“Loyalty. I owe her a debt.”

“Tell me.”

“Long ago there was a terrible accident. I stay to make amends.”

“Ah yes! I know of the story! The King, her father, trampled to death before her eyes, murdered before his people! And you feel responsible. You want to make amends for the horrors you caused.

“I will fix what is broken! She has been through enough pain! I won’t let you hurt her! You’ve done enough already!”

“I see.” Nazmyr hissed “You want to comfort her when she wakes from whatever tortured dreams and visions she endures in her slumber. Do you really think you can ‘fix’ anything? Do you think you can change a woman no more virtuous than myself? This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer. Pathetic!”

“She’s nothing like you!”

“You think you know her so well just because you recreated her in your image?”

Twain stared emotionless at Nazmyr, saying nothing.

“And what will you do if I vow to leave all of this behind?”

“I’ll let you out.”

“Ah, no. With a kingdom in the balance? You’ll have to come up with a better bargain than that.”

The modron had to think for a moment. He had very little in the way of wealth but he had schematics; schematics of the smoke powder weapons Nazmyr coveted.

“I know you value my creations…I will give you the schematics.”

“Your schematics are useless to me without a place to construct them.”

“You’re a clever fellow, I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

“You will build me a forge in a location of my choosing. Only then will we have a deal.”

“I will do no such thing!”

“Yes you will. My brothers would love nothing more than to tear this place asunder.”

Twain started to become concerned that he was in over his head. He knew he couldn’t keep Nazmyr imprisoned forever and he wasn’t easily disposed of. He was fully aware of Nazmyr’s power, and if his brothers were anything like him his threat was no small boast.

“How do I know you'll keep your word?”

“Oh, I've given you no word to keep. In my judgment, you simply have no alternative.”

Twain dwelled on Nazmyr’s terms for a moment. The schematics were like currency to the modron, and he had plenty of copies. He wasn’t keen on building a forge but if it meant being rid of Nazmyr…

“Very well, we have an accord.”