'Hizagkuur,' said Twilight, taking a drink of water.
'I've never heard of it,' said the mage.
'Neither had the dwarf who discovered it,' said Twilight. 'So he did what dwarves usually do, and named it after himself.'
'Who was that?' Slip asked excitedly.
Twilight looked at her with an absolutely blank face. 'Hizagkuur,' she said.
'Oh,' said Slip. 'That would have been my third guess.'
'Dwarf craft?' Taslin did not bother to hide her curiosity.
'One of the first Hizagkuur weapons ever crafted in the Northland, long before the rise of Cormanthyr, in the days when elves and dwarves traded freely,' said Twilight. ' 'Twas a commission-and not by me.'
If they were expecting more from her lips, they did not get it.
Someone cleared a throat. 'Who taught you to dance the shadows?' Davoren asked mildly. 'You do it so well.'
'Careful, Davoren,' Twilight said.
'We have some moments before Gargan returns,' the warlock said. 'Perhaps it's time to introduce ourselves better. For instance-what means that star on your naked back, she-elf? Why is your sword so named? 'Betrayal' is so charming. And I believe I heard you muttering a name in your sleep-Neveren, was it?'
Stunned, Twilight opened her mouth, but Taslin gave Davoren a warning glare, her hand falling to her own sword hilt. 'She will tell you when she wishes,' she said. 'If she wishes. I suggest you respect her privacy else.'
The warlock looked at her hand and scoffed. 'Drawing steel against an unarmed man?' he asked. 'Surely your petty Colonal would frown on such a dishonorable act.'
Davoren's pronunciation sounded closer to a human military rank than to Corellon Larethian himself, Lord of the Seldarine. The wizard had not even bothered to disguise his provocation. Twilight might've taken his words as an insult, but she hated this whole bloody band far too much.
Taslin, on the other hand, went almost as pale as Twilight- remarkable, considering her complexion, which glowed like the setting sun. 'How dare-?' she started, letting the words trail off into indignant snarling.
Asson took Taslin gently by the arm, and his touch startled her out of her wrath. She put her hand over his and stared coldly at Davoren.
'Still your vocal cords,' she said, 'before I cut them out for you, mahri.'
'I apologize,' Davoren said. 'Is my pronunciation incorrect? Such a difficult tongue.' He looked at Twilight. 'And on the subject of tongues, weren't you meant to cut hers out by now? I believe she just insulted me. Or perhaps'-his eyes glittered -'you were going to be more creative?'
Twilight slit her eyes. 'Both of you,' she said. 'Silence.'
'What a pity.' Davoren smiled wryly and took a drink from his wineskin. Twilight noticed at that moment that the gouges on his face seemed, inexplicably, to have healed to half their former size.
Twilight bid silent thanks to Asson. The old man looked frail and weak, but he was proving his worth at tempering Taslin's furies.
While he lasted, of course.
Gargan returned in a short time. The goliath revealed, in curt sentences, that he had found evidence of bipedal, barefoot creatures, but he had seen none of the creatures themselves. His cave had doubled back into the rounded tunnel.
Slip eventually finished stuffing herself with Taslin's food and described her own discoveries. She claimed to have caught sight of gray hides scuttling into the shadows-but she admitted she may have been seeing things. Her cave had led to a network of caverns and passageways, which she had chosen not to explore. On her way back, she spotted a tunnel leading upward, perhaps two spearcasts into the cave and to the right. That seized Twilight's attention.
'We go,' she said. 'I want to find the way out of these sewers by nightfall.'
'How would you know when night is?' asked Davoren. 'I've seen no sun, and unless you can see through hundreds of paces of solid rock, neither have you.'
'I have a sense of when the night is darkest,' she said. 'You acquire one when you steal for a living. And besides'-she added, lest she be tricked into talking about her past-'Taslin's Coronal grants spells at dawn, so she knows when the sun rises.'
Taslin turned her chin up at Davoren.
The warlock shrugged. 'I see,' he said. He stood, flexing his skeletal fingers and cracking his joints with one hand. 'I do not wish to sit here all 'day.' Let us go.'
Twilight watched him carefully. She could feel eyes boring into her back, and she was surprised to realize they were not Taslin's. Rather, Gargan gazed at her. For some reason, she was pointedly aware of the crimson markings upon his gray skin.
Suppressing a shiver whose origin she did not understand, Twilight motioned for the others to follow the warlock.
As soon as the last of them stepped into Slip's cave, the attack came, and it came swiftly. A dozen dull gray man-shaped forms that had at first appeared to be rocks broke away from the walls, brandishing stone axes. Coils of greasy hair hung from their scalps, and huge cracked teeth dripped yellow spittle.
Twilight needed only to see the smooth, empty depressions where eye sockets should have been to know what the creatures were. 'Grimlocks,' she hissed, just before the ambushers were upon them.
Slip and Taslin were knocked down before they realized an attack was coming, swatted unconscious by the blind monsters. The others managed to draw steel, but barely in time to meet the attackers.
Davoren's hand blazed with crimson energy and a dangerous, almost maniacal smile spread across his face. He met the first grimlock with flame. The blast shattered the creature's chest and sent it flying back in an arc. Then the warlock moved his hands side to side, showering energy blasts all around to repel the creatures. As each blast struck a grimlock, the creature shrieked in pain and terror, halting in its rush. Davoren couldn't strike them all, so he dodged and fled when his fire flickered out, retreating to blast again.
Twilight ducked an axe swing and whipped out Betrayal. With her speed, she might have managed a riposte, but the grimlock charged in, bowling her over. The grimlock crushed the breath from Twilight's body against the wall, stunning her. The creature moved to maul her, but stepped into the path of a fiery blast. Davoren shattered the grimlock's back and its legs went limp. Twilight finished it with a thrust to the throat.
Asson managed to swing his staff in line to block an axe, which shattered the oak pole like dried firewood. The one-footed mage fell, and his attacker lunged forward, only to meet the point of Liet's sword. The boy sent the grimlock tumbling down, but couldn't pull his blade free in time to block a whistling axe. Abandoning his weapon, he leaped away, cursing and fleeing a stone blade.
The action gave Asson time to cast a spell from the ground. Noxious fumes roared into place around the advancing grimlocks, setting them to wheezing and sputtering. Within seconds, they hit the ground, overwhelmed by Asson's cloud. Then the mage broke into a coughing fit and writhed, just below the vapors.
Only Gargan held his ground. Two of the sightless beasts pressed him with their axes, but he spun his battle-axe faster, snapping it back and forth like a whip. He knocked aside two slashes, then smashed the blade across a grimlock's face, sending it toppling.
Two more leaped upon his back, holding the goliath's arms while another of the beasts drew back an axe.
'Gargan!' Twilight shouted. She leaped to aid, but couldn't avoid an outflung axe handle. Twilight took it in the belly and doubled over.
Beshaba, it was only a jest, she thought.
Then an axe came at her face, and she knew only darkness.
A ruby streak smashed the grimlock's face into a bloody mist as Liet's short sword tore its way through the
