Bruenor snorted. 'Thought ye said we had trouble?'
'A fair-sized tribe,' Dagna went on. 'Could be hundreds.'
Bruenor looked up to Drizzt and recognized from the sparkle in the drow's lavender eyes that the news had not disturbed his friend any more than it had disturbed him.
'Hundreds of goblins, elf,' Bruenor said slyly. 'What do ye think o' that?'
Drizzt didn't reply, just continued to smirk and let the gleam in his eye speak for itself. Times had become uneventful since the retaking of Mithril Hall; the only metal ringing in the dwarven tunnels was the miner's pick and shovel and the craftsman's sledge, and the trails between Mithril Hall and Silverymoon were rarely dangerous or adventurous to the skilled Drizzt. This news held particular interest for the drow. Drizzt was a ranger, dedicated to defending the good races, and he despised spindly-armed, foul-smelling goblins above all the other evil races in the world.
Bruenor led the two over to Regis's table, though every other table in the large hall was empty. 'Supper's done,' the red-bearded dwarf king huffed, sweeping the plates from in front of the halfling to land, crashing, on the floor.
'Go and get Wulfgar,' Bruenor growled into the halfling's dubious expression. 'Ye got a count of fifty to get back to me. Longer than that, and I put ye on half rations!'
Regis was through the door in an instant.
On Bruenor's nod, Dagna pulled a hunk of coal from his pocket and sketched a rough map of the new region on the table, showing Bruenor where they had encountered the goblin sign, and where further scouting had indicated the main lair to be. Of particular interest to the two dwarves were the worked tunnels in the region, with their even floors and squared walls.
'Good for surprising stupid goblins,' Bruenor explained to Drizzt with a wink.
'You knew the goblins were there,' Drizzt accused him, realizing that Bruenor was more thrilled, and less surprised, by the news of potential enemies than of potential riches.
'Figured there might be goblins,' Bruenor admitted. 'Seen 'em down there once, but with the coming of the dragon, me father and his soldiers never got the time to clean the vermin out. Still, it was a long, long time ago, elf'-the dwarf stroked his long red beard to accentuate the point-'and I couldn't be sure they'd still be there.'
'We are threatened?' came a resonant baritone voice behind them. The seven-foot-tall barbarian moved to the table and leaned low to take in Dagna's diagram.
'Just goblins,' Bruenor replied.
'A call to war!' Wulfgar roared, slapping Aegis-fang, the mighty warhammer Bruenor had forged for him, across his open palm.
'A call to play,' Bruenor corrected, and he exchanged a nod and chuckle with Drizzt.
'By me own eyes, don't ye two seem eager to be killing,' Catti-brie, standing behind with Regis, put in.
'Bet on it,' Bruenor retorted.
'Ye found some goblins in their own hole, not to bothering anybody, and ye're planning for their slaughter,' Catti-brie went on in the face of her father's sarcasm.
'Woman!' Wulfgar shouted.
Drizzt's amused smile evaporated in the blink of an eye, replaced by an expression of amazement as he regarded the towering barbarian's scornful mien.
'Be glad for that,' Catti-brie answered lightly, without hesitation and without becoming distracted from the more important debate with Bruenor. 'How do ye know the goblins want a fight?' she asked the king. 'Or do ye care?'
'There's mithril in those tunnels,' Bruenor replied, as if that would end the debate.
'Would that make it the goblins' mithril?' Catti-brie asked innocently. 'Rightfully?'
'Not for long,' Dagna interjected, but Bruenor had no witty remarks to add, taken aback by his daughter's surprising line of somewhat incriminating questions.
'The fight's more important to ye, to all of ye,' Catti-brie went on, turning her knowing blue eyes to regard all four of the group, 'than any treasures to be found. Ye hunger for the excitement. Ye'd go after the goblins if the tunnels were no more than bare and worthless stone!'
'Not me,' Regis piped in, but nobody paid much attention.
'They are goblins,' Drizzt said to her. 'Was it not a goblin raid that took your father's life?'
'Aye,' Catti-brie agreed. 'And if ever I find that tribe, then be knowing that they'll fall in piles for their wicked deed. But are they akin to this tribe, a thousand miles and more away?'
'Goblins is goblins!' Bruenor growled.
'Oh?' Catti-brie replied, crossing her arms before her. 'And are drow?'
'What talk is this?' Wulfgar demanded as he glowered at his soon-to-be bride.
'If ye found a dark elf wandering yer tunnels,' Catti-brie said to Bruenor, ignoring Wulfgar altogether-even when he stormed over to stand right beside her-'would ye draw up yer plans and cut the creature down?'
Bruenor gave an uncomfortable glance Drizzt's way, but Drizzt was smiling again, understanding where Catti-brie's reasoning had led them-and where it had trapped the stubborn king.
'If ye did cut him down, and if that drow was Drizzt Do'Urden, then who would ye have beside ye with the patience to sit and listen to yer prideful boasts?' the young woman finished.
'At least I'd kill ye clean,' Bruenor, his blustery bubble popped, muttered to Drizzt.
Drizzt's laughter came straight from his belly. 'Parley,' he said at length. 'By the well-spoken words of our wise young friend, we must give the goblins at least a chance to explain their intentions.' He paused and looked wistfully at Catti-brie, his lavender eyes sparkling still, for he knew what to expect from goblins. 'Before we cut them down.'
'Cleanly,' Bruenor added.
'She knows nothing of this!' Wulfgar griped, bringing the tension back to the meeting in an instant.
Drizzt silenced him with a cold glare, as threatening a stare as had ever passed between the dark elf and the barbarian. Catti-brie looked from one to the other, her expression pained, then she tapped Regis on the shoulder and together they left the room.
'We're gonna talk to a bunch o' goblins?' Dagna asked in disbelief.
'Aw, shut yer mouth,' Bruenor answered, slamming his hands back to the table and studying the map once more. It took him several moments to realize that Wulfgar and Drizzt had not finished their silent exchange. Bruenor recognized the confusion underlying Drizzt's stare, but in looking at the barbarian, he found no subtle undercurrents, no hint that this particular incident would be easily forgotten.
Drizzt leaned back against the stone wall in the corridor outside Catti-brie's room. He had come to talk to the young woman, to find out why she had been so concerned, so adamant, in the conference about the goblin tribe. Catti-brie had always brought a unique perspective to the trials facing the five companions, but this time it seemed to Drizzt that something else was driving her, that something other than goblins had brought the fire to her speech.
Leaning on the wall outside the door, the dark elf began to understand.
'You are not going!' Wulfgar was saying-loudly. 'There will be a fight, despite your attempts to put it off. They are goblins. They'll take no parley with dwarves!'
'If there is a fight, then ye'll be wanting me there,' Catti-brie retorted.
'You are not going.'
Drizzt shook his head at the finality of Wulfgar's tone, thinking that never before had he heard Wulfgar speak this way. He changed his mind, though, remembering when he first had met the rough young barbarian, stubborn and proud and talking nearly as stupidly as now.
Drizzt was waiting for the barbarian when Wulfgar returned to his own room, the drow leaning against the wall casually, wrists resting against the angled hilts of his magical scimitars and his forest-green cloak thrown back from his shoulders.
'Bruenor sends for me?' Wulfgar asked, confused as to why Drizzt would be in his room.
Drizzt pushed the door closed. 'I am not here for Bruenor,' he explained evenly.
Wulfgar shrugged, not catching on. 'Welcome back, then,' he said, and there was something strained in his greeting. 'Too oft you are out of the halls. Bruenor desires your company-'
'I am here for Catti-brie,' Drizzt interrupted.