Slowly, they began to rebuild their lives.
Kern passed an old woman planting lily bulbs in a flower bed in front of her clapboard hovel. A group of raggedly clad children ran by, laughing merrily. He strolled past a tavern and realized it was the one he had passed with Tarl and Listle the day they had gone to the temple to learn the answer to Bane's riddle. Odd, he thought, that it seemed so long ago now. He watched as the innkeep busily painted over the sign that had once read 'The Bloated Corpse.' Now it read 'The Golden Feather,' a more auspicious name to Kern's mind. A pretty young woman threw open the tavern's shuttered windows, whistling a cheerful tune.
Kern shook his head. Already the grip of the dark gods was loosening. It would be a long time until Phlan was truly healed, he knew, perhaps years. But with the Hammer of Tyr returned to its rightful place, the healing had begun. Nor would the clerics of Tyr stand idle. Already Anton and Tarl were concocting plans to help restore the city.
Kern found his traveling companions in the main room of Denlor's Tower. Tarl was upstairs with Shal. Though the sorceress seemed all but recovered, Tarl had forbidden her from working until he was certain she was fully rejuvenated.
'If I don't start doing some magic soon, I'm liable to forget how to cast a spell altogether!' she had complained, but Tarl had not been swayed, and neither Kern nor Listle were about to argue with the brawny, white-haired cleric.
Kern was dismayed but not surprised to see Daile packing her belongings.
'It's time I returned to the Valley of the Falls,' she explained, slinging her magical bow over her shoulder. She smiled wryly. 'If I stay away too long, the orcs will start thinking they own the place.'
He laughed and hugged her tightly.
'Well, we can't have that,' Kern told her. 'After all, what would Ren think?'
'Keep him out of trouble, Listle,' Daile told the elf as if Kern were not listening, a habit she and the elf had which annoyed him to no end.
The elf snorted, as if this was a good joke. 'You wrangle your orcs, Daile. Leave Kern to me.'
Her words sounded vaguely ominous, but Kern wasn't quite certain why.
Daile left the tower, promising to visit soon. But when Kern glanced out the window, he noticed that the young ranger had paused to talk to Gamaliel. Evaine's familiar was in his human form. The two spoke together for a moment, and Daile gripped the barbarian's hand tightly. Then she was gone. Kern didn't know what had passed between them, but Gamaliel stood in the courtyard until dusk began to gather, gazing off to where Daile had vanished.
A voice spoke behind him.
'I just talked to Brookwine and Winebrook. Primul is moving on.'
Startled, Kern turned to see Listle step out of a wall, her ruby pendant flashing.
'Won't you ever get tired of that trick?' he asked in a perturbed voice.
She thought about it for a moment. 'Probably not,' she decided.
Suddenly her words struck him. 'What did you mean, Primul is 'moving on'?'
Listle sighed. 'He and the two mages are going to find a new hiding place. Sifahir's minion came too close for comfort. It's only a matter of time until another one of his servants discovers the grove in the forest. Primul wants to make certain he's long gone by then.'
A coldness gathered in the pit of Kern's stomach. 'Are you… are you going with him?'
She regarded him curiously with her brilliant eyes. 'Do you want me to, Kern?'
'I want you to be safe, Listle. If that mage-'
She interrupted him. 'That wasn't what I asked.'
He thought for a long moment. 'No,' he said finally. 'I want you to stay, Listle.'
'Good,' she said with a laugh. 'Because you're stuck with me, Kern Desanea.'
He wasn't certain if he had just received a prize or a prison sentence. Kern had learned on his journey that there was more to the diminutive elf than met the eye.
Much more. And something told him he had only scratched the surface. But no matter what surprises she held for him, or what secrets she kept, he knew now that there would always be a place for her in his heart.
'I don't think I'm ever going to figure you out, Listle,' he said finally, shaking his head in exasperation.
'No,' she said musingly, 'I don't suppose you ever will.'
With that, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him fleetingly. Then, with a flicker of her ruby pendant, she vanished through the stone wall, leaving him alone.
For a long while he stared outside into the gathering night. An image came to him, of a dark tower rising above a storm-swept sea. He shivered.
'I'll never let Sifahir hurt you again, Listle,' he whispered to the night. 'By my oath as a paladin, never.'
He turned his back on the darkened window, returning to warm firelight and companionship.
It was late.
The moon rose over Phlan, veiling the city in gossamer light. Everyone in Denlor's Tower was asleep, except for two figures that stood upon a high balcony, braving the cold winter night.
'What now?' Evaine asked softly.
She seemed to be questioning herself as much as her companion. Her long hair shone in the pale moonlight. The sorceress was not a pretty woman in any conventional sense, but the pearly illumination lent a softness to her sharp features and piercing eyes.
'We've both been granted second chances, Evaine,' Miltiades replied. 'I suppose we both have to decide what to do with them.'
Evaine marveled at the paladin's rich voice, so warm and burnished, now that the sepulchral echo was gone.
'But I have decided.' She turned to face him. The cold wind tangled his long dark hair. Gods, but he was handsome, she thought. But it was not his strong features that enthralled her. It was his eyes, as dark as his hair, and brimming with vitality.
'There are still pools in Faerun, Miltiades,' she went on. 'I can't give up my quest now.'
He nodded in perfect understanding.
'I, too, have quests to finish,' he said softly. 'Though they may be centuries old.'
The sorceress smiled crookedly. The two were silent for a time. Suddenly Evaine shivered, the winter chill creeping into her bones. Gently, Miltiades drew her to him. Once before, she had tried to embrace him, and the chill had numbed her fingers. But this time his touch was warm and welcome.
'Our quests may not be over,' she murmured. 'But maybe… maybe this once we can leave them until tomorrow.'
'Until tomorrow,' he echoed.
Their embrace grew tighter, fiercer. Then, arm in arm, they stepped inside, shutting out the darkness behind them.
Moments later, a figure stirred in the shadows.
Gamaliel moved into the moonlight. A faint smile touched the barbarian man's lips. Suddenly his form blurred. A tawny cat vanished stealthily into the night, leaving the balcony empty.
