betrayed us to the Zhentarim. That's when Ravendas decided to make an example of us. Oh, by the way.' He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small object. He handed it to Mari. 'I believe this is yours.'
'How-?' Mari started. He had handed her the moon-and-harp pin she always wore on her jacket, the sigil of the Harpers.
'Just trying to keep in practice,' Ferret explained with a wink.
'Well how did you get yourself captured in the first place, Ferret?' Tyveris asked.
'A minor miscalculation,' Ferret replied, looking decidedly uncomfortable. 'I had decided to relieve one of those spineless lords of a portion of his rather considerable store of gold. Unfortunately, I had the bad luck to pick one who had managed to get himself on Ravendas's bad side. Just as I was about to leave his tower, the Zhentarim broke down the door and threw the lord in chains, hauling him off to the dungeons. They captured me as well, even though I was merely an innocent bystander.'
''Innocent bystander?''
Ferret shot Caledan a sour look. 'Anyway,' he said in his raspy voice, 'Ravendas has quite an operation going on down beneath the tower's dungeons. The tunnels go on for miles. She must have close to a thousand cityfolk slaving for her against their wills. I don't know what it is she's digging for down there, but it must be something pretty important.'
Caledan nodded intently. 'I'd pay handsomely for that information.'
'Really?' Ferret asked, a gleam in his beady eyes. 'I might be able to… ask around.'
Caledan grimaced, reaching for his purse. 'All right, Ferret,' he grumbled. 'How much is it going to cost?'
It was midnight. Caledan and Mari stood in the shadows of a deserted intersection in the Old City, waiting. 'Where is he?' Mari said in a whisper. 'You don't suppose he ran off with the gold we gave him, do you? He is a thief, after all.'
He'll be here,' Caledan whispered back. Unless the rogue ends up with a knife in his back, Caledan added silently to himself. 'Ferret may not be strictly honorable, out there is a certain consistency to his actions, and we've been friends a long time. Besides, he wants the Zhentarim gone from the city just as much as we do, and I'm sure the thieves' guild does as well. They must be losing a fortune to Ravendas.'
'I'm still not certain petitioning a thieves' guild for help is a good idea,' Man said.
Caledan disagreed. 'Thieves are as much a part of city life as temples, schools, and markets are. They keep the merchants from getting fat and lazy, and give the city guards something to do besides troubling honest folk. Now what could be wrong with that?'
It was scant minutes later when the shadows stirred, and Ferret abruptly appeared. 'So did you have any luck?' Caledan asked.
Ferret nodded. 'A little, I think. I tried all day to find out if there were any thieves in the city who had done work for Ravendas since she's been here, someone who might have heard what it is she wants, or know something concrete about her underground operations.'
'And?'
'Most thieves have been avoiding her,' Ferret explained. 'No one wants to do work for someone who's likely to dispose of you when the job's finished. But I did hear of one old fellow, named Tembris, who did a job for her when she first came to Iriaebor. He may know something.'
'So where is this Tembris?' Mari asked.
Ferret cast a nervous glance over his shoulder. 'Uh, I'll tell you on the way. I don't think it's such a good idea to stand around here for long.' He started off at a brisk pace down the street, and Caledan and Mari hurried to keep up.
'All right, Ferret. Who did you kill?' Caledan asked the rogue sternly.
'No one,' the thief answered in his raspy voice. 'Er, no one you know, that is.' He gave Mari a sheepish look. ' pie can be so uncooperative sometimes.'
The Harper glared at the weaselly thief. Caledan, ever, didn't care how Ferret had gotten his information as long as it got them some answers.
'This Tembris is a member of the Purple Masks Guild,' Ferret explained as they made their way through the darkened streets.
'Well, that's going to complicate things,' Caledan muttered.
'How so?' Mari asked.
'Ferret and his family are independent thieves, Harper,' Caledan replied.
'He means we're not aligned with the guild,' Ferret added. 'Guilds don't usually tolerate independents like us. They generally give independents two choices-either join or be killed.'
'Why hasn't your family joined?' Mari asked with a puzzled frown.
Ferret laughed nastily. 'You don't know my grandmother Jewel, the head of my clan. She refuses to answer to anybody. Even a guildmaster would think twice before tangling with her.'
Soon they stood before a temple built of pale marble. Graceful columns supported an intricately carved facade, behind which rose a lofty, tapering spire. An elaborate frieze glimmered in the moonlight beneath the temple's cornices, depicting a woman with flowing hair holding the reins of a chariot that rode through the sky, bearing the orb of the moon.
'The Purple Masks Guild is in the temple of the goddess Selune?' Caledan questioned Ferret.
'Of course not,' the rogue protested. 'It's
They stepped through massive doors of polished Mahogany into the shadowy temple. Within was a long, column-lined hall. Moonlight poured through windows high in the pale walls, caught and reflected by mirrors so that the entire temple glowed with an unearthly light. A few priests and worshipers moved quietly about the temple, but none seemed to take notice of the three newcomers.
A row of teakwood prayer boxes lined one wall, each large enough for a person to kneel in while making a silent, private plea to the goddess. Ferret counted the boxes as they passed by. When he had counted to thirteen, he stopped. He opened the door and stepped into the small, dark space, gesturing for Caledan and Mari to follow. The Harper protested, claiming they couldn't possibly all fit inside.
'You can wait outside if you like,' Caledan told her, stepping into the cramped space.
She swore under her breath, tossed her dark auburn hair, then stepped into the prayer box. Caledan shut the door. The only light came from a grate in the box's roof. The three barely fit, and Caledan was forced to take shallow breaths. The Harper was pressed close against him, and for the first time he noticed how small she really was. Her head barely came to his shoulder, and her hands, each cupping an elbow of her crossed arms, seemed half the size of his own.
Ferret rapped three times on the wooden back of the prayer box, paused, then knocked twice more. Suddenly the wooden panel slid to one side, revealing a corridor beyond. The three stumbled into the larger space.
Caledan froze. A swordpoint glittered in the torchlight an inch from his chest. A man clad all in gray except for a silken violet mask held the hilt of the sword, watching him warily. Caledan looked to either side and saw that Mari and Ferret had been similarly greeted.
'Well, if it isn't the famous Ferret,' one of the thieves said with an unpleasant smile. 'The guildmaster is going to be pleased to see you, my friend.' Caledan looked questioningly at Ferret, but the thief only shrugged.
They were led down a long flight of stairs and then through a labyrinthine network of corridors and chambers that must have spread beneath the entire temple. Caledan had known the thieves of Iriaebor were organized, but he had no idea the guild had such an elaborate headquarters. Finally they were escorted into a lavishly decorated chamber Many-hued silks hung from the walls, and the floor was strewn with thick rugs and embroidered cushions. On a heap of pillows in the chamber's center reclined an enormous man. He was dressed in maroon and silver silk and held a goblet of wine in a fat, ring-covered hand.
'Guildmaster Bock,' Ferret said, nodding his head. The little man sounded calm, but Caledan knew he was nervous. His pointed nose was twitching furiously.
'My good Ferret, what a pleasant surprise,' the guild-master said in a surprisingly rich, clear voice. 'Do drink some wine with me.'
'Er, I don't think we're really all that thirsty,' Ferret said, eyeing the three goblets a servant carried on a
