and saw Taslin stiffen beside him.
He gaped, stunned by Twilight's abrupt lack of clothes, for a single breath before she spun back. Black trousers fit her slim legs snugly, while a white, billowing blouse lay light and loose around her soft curves. With a flourish, she added a deep scarlet half cape to the ensemble and pulled a leather glove onto her right hand.
She must have realized they were staring-the women in shock, the men in disbelief. 'What?' she asked as she belted the sword around her slim waist.
A chorus of murmurs greeted her question.
The halfling grinned. 'That's a nice sword!'
Twilight's hand flicked to her rapier hilt, fingers brushing the star set in its dusky steel. Liet realized that it matched her tattoo, which, in turn, led him to think about her mark's position, and he felt his face going hot.
Liet found an earthen-colored tunic of his size in the strongbox, and hugged it to his chest. He felt Twilight watching him, her eyes searching, and he wished he could turn invisible. He resolved to change in one of the open cells. Davoren and Slip had already left to do so. Taslin seemed to care about nudity as little as Twilight did, though she changed with a little more propriety-standing behind Asson.
Further rooting brought a new matter to light-only six sets of clothing.
'Not a difficulty,' Asson said with a shiver. 'My robe will be enough.'
Taslin looked a question at him, but the old man just smiled. Twilight's appraising gaze went to him.
Then Gargan tossed a red robe he'd meant to use as a loincloth to Asson. The goliath ripped off his ragged tunic and wrapped it around his waist, girding himself snugly. His gray muscles gleamed, punctuated by odd gem- colored growths that sprouted like pebbles from his skin. With his heavy axe, Liet thought Gargan looked more dangerous divested of clothing than he would have in full plate.
'We are ready, then,' Twilight said.
Davoren rolled his eyes. 'So lead, leader.' He'd reappeared in tight dark leathers slashed through with red, like bloody cuts. His wrists were covered by black bracers with hideous, fiendlike faces melded into the leather. A black hooded cloak swirled around him to complete the ensemble. That they were his clothes was obvious-no one else would have worn such garments.
Twilight didn't address her reply to the warlock. 'First, we escape.' She pointed up at the trapdoor Gargan had wedged open. 'Second, we look for food and water. That troll's alive, so there must be food-unless, of course, he just eats prisoners.'
The warlock smirked.
'I can address our hunger,' said Taslin. 'The powers of the mighty Corellon-'
'Have peace.' Twilight glared at Taslin dangerously, her eyebrows furrowed. The priestess returned the look, concerned, then nodded.
Asson unwrapped his parcel-a spellbook, Liet realized-and caressed its worn cover. 'I look forward to reuniting with this little tome. And using it to our aid.'
Davoren just scoffed.
'Good,' Twilight said. 'Now then. Slip?' She gestured toward the trapdoor.
'Aye, Mistress!' the halfling said cheerily.
There was a pause as they each stared at Slip-and she stared back.
Finally, Twilight coughed. 'The rope,' she said behind her hand.
'Oh,' Slip said. She looked down at the rope and grappling hook she had been tying in many creative knots. 'Right!'
With a shudder, Liet got the feeling that with Davoren's malevolence, Twilight's whimsy, and Slip's inability to focus, they were probably all going to die.
Twilight waited until last, watching as they all climbed up. Liet lingered as well. She watched several times as he started for the rope, then turned back, too hesitant to make the climb.
He moved to help Asson, but Gargan lifted the frail old man himself. Even this seemed to weaken the wizard, and he sat in the upper room, coughing and sputtering while Taslin chanted another spell. The goliath exercised his huge muscles and hoisted his wide frame up after them. Liet retreated to the shadows, his hands flexing impotently.
When they were alone and Liet still stared at the rope, Twilight shook her head.
'I appreciate the vote of confidence,' she said. 'You must not know how many men Betrayal has led to their deaths.'
'Oh,' Liet said.
Between them, there came an awkward pause.
She clapped once, startling him. 'You're confused.'
He blushed. He did that often. 'N-nay… er, aye, I s'pose. I… er…'
'Betrayal,' she said.
Liet blinked and his mouth opened, but no words came out.
'What I said before,' Twilight said. 'The name of my sword. Betrayal.'
'Oh.' He fidgeted. 'Charming.'
'Are you going to climb, or is there something else?' Twilight's eyes narrowed and her lip curled suggestively. 'You saw something you appreciated, eh?'
Turning away to hide an even rosier blush, Liet stuttered. 'I-I d-didn't want to say it in front of the others…'
'I was right.'
'Well,' said Liet. 'Even though I've had a little training- with swords, I mean-I'm… I'm not much of a warrior. 'Tis just that… uh…'
'You're afraid, and you want me to watch out for you,' guessed Twilight.
Liet cleared his throat. 'Uh… aye. Yes.'
Twilight shrugged. 'No.'
'No?' Liet blinked. 'Just like that? You won't even consider it?'
'No alliances, no favors,' said Twilight. 'Those breed jealousies. Maybe I could watch you and myself in kind, but what if someone else needs my protection? What if another of them also asks me for an extra eye? I have but two, and only a single blade.' She tapped her fingers against her rapier's hilt. 'It would be easy to turn down Davoren-as if he would ask for help-but Asson? The halfling? Taslin, one of… the People? Consider what you ask.'
Liet's face fell. He rubbed his arms. 'Sorry,' he said. 'I didn't think-'
'No.' Twilight laid the back of her hand against his cheek. 'No, you didn't.'
Watching Liet freeze under her touch, she could, of course, understand why. 'And I respect your honesty.' Then she tapped his thin nose. 'I will watch out for you as I may.'
Liet opened his mouth, but Twilight put a finger to his lips.
'But do not count on it,' she said. 'My lord and I share many traits, and while I do not take it to such infuriating heights, unpredictability is one of them.'
'Your lord?'
Twilight frowned a warning.
'I'll be careful,' said Liet. 'Y-you as well?'
She blinked at him, as though he had just lost his mind. Twilight waited until his back was turned and he was going up the rope before she flashed a grin.
Taslin looked away as Gargan helped Liet up, pretending not to have heard his conversation with Twilight. Asson breathed heavily next to her, and she rocked him until the shuddering passed. Her thoughts did not lie with him. Instead, she wondered about the young moon elf.
The child's lord, she thought. Her mark-the star.
