'It arrived earlier this evening,' Estah explained. 'I told the messenger I wasn't certain when you'd return.'
Shaken by her encounter with the ghost of Kera, Mari was glad to have something mundane to concentrate on. She sat by the fire in the common room and let Estah bring her a cup of chamomile tea. She drank down the hot tea and finally managed to control her shivering.
Breaking the wax seal on the scroll, she unrolled the parchment and began to read. In moments, it was clear that this was no routine directive. By the time she finished reading, her shivering had commenced anew.
Estah returned and noticed Mari's pallid face. 'Dear one, you look as if you'd seen a ghost!'
Mari smiled ironically. 'I'm afraid that's only half of it, Estah.'
Estah drew up a chair and listened raptly as Mari spoke of her encounter with Kera's shade. At some point, Mari looked up and noticed Kellen was there, sitting on the floor and watching her intently. For a moment, the Harper realized how much he looked like his aunt Kera- far more so than he resembled his mother, Ravendas.
'First Talek Talembar, now Kera,' Estah said in soft amazement. 'What can these appearances mean, Mari?'
'I'm not sure. But I don't think this is a mere coincidence.' She gestured to the parchment before her. In it, she explained, were two disturbing pieces of news. The first concerned a strange occurrence in the village of Corm Orp. Apparently, some local harvest festival had descended into a riot in which several people were hurt. The details were unknown, but the villagers whispered of how shadows had come to life and attacked them. 'Sound familiar?' Mari asked.
'It sounds like the creatures you and Caledan saw in the Zhentarim hideout,' Estah agreed. She frowned in puzzlement. 'But you said the creatures were dispelled. And there hasn't been another murder in Iriaebor since you and Caledan left.'
Mari took a deep breath. 'I know. That brings me to the second report. Caledan was supposed to meet with a Harper operative in Corm Orp on the same day as the festival, to receive his orders. But Caledan never showed up at the appointed meeting place.'
Estah clutched her apron worriedly. 'What are you saying?'
Mari gazed directly at the halfling innkeeper, her expression grim. 'Caledan is missing.'
It took a moment for the implication of this to register on the halfling. Then she gasped. 'But you don't… you don't think the strange happenings in Corm Orp have anything to do with Caledan?'
'I'm not sure what to think, Estah.' Mari squared her shoulders. She recalled Kera's urgent words. Do not turn your back on him, Mari. 'It's time I paid a visit to someone I should have spoken to a long time ago. There's only one person in Iriaebor who ever witnessed one of the murders and lived to tell about. I'm going to find out what he saw.' She pulled her cloak about her shoulders. 'If he hasn't been executed yet, that is.'
An hour later, Mari picked her way down the slimy stone steps that led to the gaol beneath Iriaebor's High Tower. Behind her came Morhion; she had fetched the mage on her way to the tower and filled him in on all she knew. Leading the way down the steps to the dungeon was another draftee-a big, bespectacled man with dark, coppery skin.
'I hope you know I'm doing you an enormous favor, Mari,' the big man grumbled. He was as powerfully muscled as a warrior-in fact, he had been a warrior once- but now he wore the plain brown robe of a monk. Or, to be more exact, a Loremaster of Oghma. 'It would be decidedly awkward if City Lord Bron's chief advisor were to be caught sneaking around the dungeon at night to talk with murderers on death row.' He turned to glare at Mari. 'In fact, I have half a mind to go back right now.'
'Shall I cast that charm spell so he'll be forced to do our bidding, Mari?' Morhion asked with a musing smile.
She blinked at the taciturn mage's rare display of humor, then laughed. Reaching up, she patted Tyveris's cheek affectionately. Despite his dusky skin, the big man's blush was clear to see. 'No, thank you, Morhion,' she replied lightly. 'I think I have our good monk suitably charmed already.'
Tyveris scowled darkly, though his brown eyes glowed with devotion. 'You never did play fair, Mari.'
Of all the old members of the Fellowship of the Dreaming Dragon, Tyveris was the biggest and strongest, but he also had the softest heart. Years ago, the big Chultan gave up the sword he had never enjoyed wielding and became a man of learning-though, when necessity required, he could still bring down a running horse with his bare fists. Mari was awfully fond of him.
The stairs ended, and the trio made their way down a dank, torchlit corridor. 'Why do you want to talk to this thief, Mari?' Tyveris asked quietly. 'I thought you and Caledan solved the mystery of the murders. It was the Zhentarim, right? You yourself told me the one we caught in the act was probably just a madman killing in imitation.'
'I thought so, too,' Mari said grimly, then filled Tyveris in on what she had learned concerning the strange happenings in Corm Orp and Caledan's disappearance.
When she finished, Tyveris swore a rather colorful oath.
Morhion raised a single eyebrow. 'That didn't sound like any prayer to Oghma I'm familiar with,' he noted dryly.
Tyveris shot the mage a black look. 'It's a new one. I just made it up.' His expression became somber. 'So Caledan's in trouble again. The sages aren't kidding when they say old habits die hard. Come on, then.'
Moments later they came to an iron-barred cell at the end of the corridor. 'Wake up, Kadian!' Tyveris called out in a booming voice.
A haggard voice spoke out of the darkness. 'I am awake.'
Tyveris took a torch from a bracket and held it aloft. Flickering light spilled through the bars to illuminate the cell. A man sitting on a bed of clean straw rose stiffly to his feet. The thief Kadian was a large man-taller than Tyveris, though not so broad-but his pale hair and round face gave him a boyish look.
'Is it time for the hanging?' Kadian asked. There was no fear in his colorless eyes, only grim resignation.
'No,' Tyveris said huskily. 'The next hanging will be in three days' time, on the Feast of the Moon.'
Mari stepped forward. 'We've come to ask you some questions, Kadian.'
At this, the thief let out a mirthless snort. 'Questions? Now that's a novelty. No one's bothered to ask me any questions before.'
She cast a scathing look at Tyveris, who shrugged sheepishly. Well, better too late than not at all, Mari thought. 'Tell me, Kadian, did you kill that nobleman?'
Kadian laughed ruefully. 'That foppish sot? He wouldn't have been worth the trouble it would take to stick a knife in and pull it back out.'
'Just answer the question,' Mari instructed caustically.
Kadian locked eyes with her. 'No,' he said flatly. 'I did not kill the petty lord. I wanted to steal his gold, and that was all. I was probably doing him a favor. No doubt he would have lost it all gambling at dice the next night, and those who can't pay their gambling debts have a habit of taking long midnight swims at the bottom of the Chion-thar. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to die.'
Mari kept her voice cool and emotionless. 'If you didn't kill the petty lord, then who did?'
While there had been no fear in the thief's eyes at the talk of his own hanging, suddenly they were filled with a stark terror so strong Mari was taken aback. Kadian gripped the rusting iron bars; he was shaking visibly.
'What did you see, Kadian?' she asked intently. 'Who killed the nobleman that night?'
He opened his mouth, but it took a long moment for the words to finally come out. 'The shadows,' he choked. 'It was the shadows…'
Mari exchanged a startled glance with Morhion, then leaned closer to the thief. 'Tell me, Kadian…'
In halting words, the thief told what had happened that night. When he finished, the three friends gazed silently at each other. None of them doubted the truth of the thieFs story. The finest Cormyrean actor could not have feigned so genuine a terror.
'I don't understand, Mari,' an obviously shaken Tyveris said softly. 'Does this have something to do with the weird shadows in Corm Orp?'
