'Of course not!'
Harloon dropped the throwing stars next to the weapons he had already extracted. 'Do you know how to use throwing axes?' he asked, drawing out two shiny new ones from the pack.
'No, but-' The axes hit the floor.
'Do you know how to use throwing daggers?'
'No, but wait. Those looked like fun and they looked eas-' Five shiny new ones rattled and rolled over the axes.
'Do you know how to use a pitching disk?'
'No, but those were real sharp and throwing them wasn't har…' Three freshly oiled ones tumbled over the pile.
'Hey!' cried Noph, grabbing Harloon's arm as the young man dipped into the pack once more. 'Do you mind if I carry something?'
'Not at all. That knife in your boot is more than enough.'
'But it keeps sticking me in the ankle.'
Harloon gave an exasperated sigh, then burst into laughter. As he reached down to show Noph how to sheath the weapon in his boot, he started laughing harder. Soon, he could only kneel and wipe the tears from his eyes.
'Can I at least keep the throwing stars?' asked Noph and he too started to laugh.
'Quiet, Freeman Kastonoph, if you please!' called Miltiades from the other room.
They looked toward the closed door, then back at each other, and continued their stifled laughter. They engaged in mock tug-of-wars with every article of clothing in the pack, while Harloon explained the rudiments of packing light and life on the wilderness trail.
In his bedchamber, Miltiades gazed into a jeweled hand mirror, from which his beauteous wife Evaine looked back. His stern features melted and all his lines of concern smoothed away, making him appear almost as youthful as the boy. He was more than a thousand years old, but his soul-swelling love for his spellcasting wife made time a toy that he carelessly tossed aside whenever he saw her.
'I know it was to be but a diplomatic appearance at the wedding, my darling, but Piegeiron Paladinson tea himself has specifically chosen us for this quest! The Blackstaff Arunsun is handling the teleportation! With Tyr's blessing, we should return in a day or two. If you like, I shall ask Khelben to send us home magically. That way, we'll be home sooner than expected.'
Evaine's image wrinkled its nose and looked sideways at him. 'I don't suppose a rage of dragons could keep a paladin from rescuing a princess.'
'This is most serious, my love.'
'Of course, of course.'
'I depend upon you to make Listle understand,' he added. Kern's fiery-tempered mate would not enjoy this surprise any more than Evaine.
'Certainly. As usual, I get the hardest part. You just be sure to wear the pendant and ring I gave you for your birthday. And don't let any wizards cast spells on you-especially female wizards,' she said, wryly.
Miltiades smiled. 'I know you would like to come, and bring Listle along for that matter, but time is our enemy. Plans are made and we leave immediately.' He sighed and gently touched the smooth surface of the mirror. 'I love you, my Evaine. Tyr keep you safe.'
'Tyr keep you safe, my only,' returned Evaine as she faded from view.
As the party marched to Khelben's tower, Miltiades noted the transformation of Freeman Kastonoph. The young man's pack, shrunk to a third of its previous size, rode close to his back, cinched tight with good thick straps. A slim dagger rode at his hip and a larger knife rested in his boot. Two canteens hung from the sides of his pack. He might live more than a day after all.
The rest of the party stood ready in Khelben's laboratory a few minutes later, where Aleena joined them. She looked approvingly at Noph, who grinned proudly back.
'Please stand together on the granite platform,' ordered Khelben. 'There will be a few moments of disorientation, and you'll find yourselves in a rough cavern on the eastern border of Undermountain. Look for rooms that match the configuration of the map and thence find your way to the gate. Good luck, and remember your oath!'
'Khelben, I'm not sure if you can teleport me,' stammered Kern.
'Of course I can!'
'Of course he can!' echoed Miltiades. 'Just concentrate on lowering your resistance,' he quietly added.
Khelben began his casting. His words contorted into impossible syllables, and sparks of green arose and began to circle the round, granite platform. The screen of brilliant embers grew higher, rising over their heads, until Khelben uttered a final word, which sounded like a blast of wind. The sparks flared with blinding intensity and went out.
The group stood in the middle of Blackstaff s room.
Kern coughed.
'What is this?' hissed Blackstaff, incredulously.
'Ah, sorry,' said Kern, stepping down from the pedestal. 'I was afraid this might happen. You see, my mother's a powerful sorceress in her own right, and that had an effect on me. Most times, magic spells don't work on me. My mother says I'm anti-magical.'
'Arafi-magical? Anti-magical? What in Waterdeep is anti-magical?'
'As I've said, spells don't work on me, although magical things still function around me… usually.'
'That's why you have no aura!' cried Khelben, staring narrowly at the young paladin-if he was a paladin. Between the dopplegangers, the two-faced guildsmen, and the queer devices from the Utter East, which spawned solid warriors out of thin air, nothing could be trusted.
'Well Kern, it seems your quest is at an end,' said the mage. 'What?'
'If I can't teleport you down to Undermountain, then 111 have to send the others without you.'
'That's ridiculous!' cried Able.
'Out of the question!' declared Miltiades. 'Kern must go with us.'
'If he can't be enspelled, there's no way I can get him to Undermountain.'
'If Kern doesn't go, none of us goes,' said Harloon.
'Fine! Then none of you goes. I'll send Force Grey, which is what I wanted to do in the first place! I don't know you, and I don't know how you'll deal with this situation-'
'Khelben!' called Aleena from outside the circle of warriors that closed upon Blackstaff. 'Hold your temper.'
'You defy the commands of your lord, Piegeiron,' Trandon accused.
'My lord? Let's get one thing straight. Lord Paladinson is not my sovereign, he's my colleague. Don't try to use him to push me around! You know, the more I think about it, the more foolish this whole plan sounds…'
The warriors of Tyr erupted in protest. The word honor emerged from the din. Aleena tried to intervene again but could not make herself heard. Noph stood blinking. This is just like a meeting of father's fellow lumber merchants, he thought. They're all bickering for their shares. For a moment, he wondered if heroism was just an ordinary job. The thought made him angry.
'Hey! Hey! HEY!' he shouted, until the mighty wizards and warriors fell silent and stared indignantly at him. 'Undermountain's right below our feet, isn't it? Why don't we just hoof it there?'
Can we walk to the third level of Undermountain from here?' asked Miltiades.
'Well… we can sail there,' answered Aleena, hesitating. 'But you paladins won't like it.' She looked toward Khelben, who threw up his hands and looked away, thoroughly disgusted. 'We'll have to pass through Skullport.'
'Skullport?' asked Jacob.
'A city of criminals, outlaws, and… undead,' said Miltiades. His voice was filled with dread, as he recalled his own existence as a death knight. He sighed heavily. 'So be it. Piegeiron wanted the paladins of Tyr to lead the rescue, and Kern is one of the two. Through Skullport it is.'
Aleena's eyes met Noph's, and she smiled reassuringly, but her face fell as she turned away.
