content to watch and wager. But something in the air drew them toward mayhem like bees to clover. Small skirmishes broke out here and there. Those who had blades used them. Others contented themselves with lesser weapons, each according to his strength: humans and half-ores brawled using fists and feet, goblins and hags pelted each other with mugs and bread, mongrelmen lobbed shrieking halfling servants at the ogres, who promptly returned fire with furniture. In moments the entire tavern was engulfed in wild melee.
Liriel edged to the side of the room, skirting the worst of the fighting and occasionally ducking a flying halfling. Despite the natural immunity to magic that was her drow heritage, she could feel the seductive tug of some unknown spell pulling her toward battle. This Toth was good.
But however good he might be, the runecaster underestimated Vasha if he thought that a tavern-wide disturbance might distract her. True, the goblins' mug-throwing had showered her repeatedly with ale, and the growing piles of bodies necessitated some extra footwork in the dance of battle, but the swordwoman did not seem to care or even notice. Her face was set in an ecstatic grimace as she slashed and pounded at her long-sought prey. Liriel watched closely, impressed that Toth managed to hold his own against such fury. But drow wizards were also trained fighters, and Liriel knew that swordplay was no serious deterrent to spellcasting.
Spellcasting was generally frowned upon in this tavern, but the melee thoroughly absorbed the attention of the other patrons. Thus the drow was the only one to see the forgotten wedge of stone rise from a puddle of water on the floor, fly into the runecaster's hand, and meld with the half-circle he held. Only she saw Toth slip the time- coin into his scant loincloth, saw his lips move as he spoke unheard words of magic. For a moment Liriel eyed the handsome runecaster and wished she'd paid better attention when that halfling pickpocket had tried to teach her the trade. But, no time for regrets. She quickly cast an incantation of her own, then waited confidently for what surely would happen next.
Toth disappeared, as expected.
And with him went the spell of battle-lust. Most of the combatants ceased at once, blinking stupidly as they regarded their upraised fists or drawn blades. One ogre, who had lifted a halfling overhead and hauled him back for the throw, stopped so abruptly that the hapless servant went flying backward as opposed to hurtling into enemy ranks. His shriek, loud and shrill in the sudden lull, indicated that he did not consider this fate an improvement. The halfling crashed feetfirst through the tavern's wooden door and hung there, half in and half out, groaning softly.
The rush toward the halfling-bedecked exit was sudden and general. All who could leave the tavern did so, for participation in fights of this magnitude was usually rewarded with a night in Skullport's dungeons. In mere moments Vasha and Liriel were the only able-bodied persons left in the room.
The barbarian's roar of frustration rattled what little crockery remained. 'Coward! Oath breaker! Vile runecast-ing son of a wild pig!' shrieked Vasha, shaking her sword and fairly dancing with rage.
'You should have seen that coming,' the drow said calmly.
'How could I, Vasha the Red, an honest warrior, foresee such treachery? I fought with honor! Here I stand, drenched in the blood of mine enemy-'
'That's ale,' Liriel pointed out.
Vasha abruptly ceased her ranting. She looked down at her sodden raiment and saw that it was so. This mundane discovery leached a bit of the fight-and a good deal of pride-from the barbarian's eyes. She tucked away her sword, crossed her arms over her mighty bosom, and sulked.
'Blood, ale. Whatever. It matters only that Toth has escaped to where only our daughters' daughters might find him!'
'Oh, I don't think so,' said the drow in a satisfied tone. She held out her palm. Lying in it was a stone coin, whole except for a small wedge.
Wonder lit Vasha's eyes. 'That is the time-coin! But how?'
'Typical devious drow tactics. I stole it from Toth, using a simple spell. Sometimes magic is the most direct method, after all.'
The piles of splintered wood and wounded patrons argued powerfully for LiriePs point. Vasha conceded with a nod. 'Magic has triumphed, strength has failed,' she admitted humbly. 'But where then is Toth, if he cannot travel through time?'
'A wizard powerful enough to construct a time portal could be almost anywhere,' Liriel said. 'My guess, though, is that he's somewhere in Skullport. It's exceedingly dangerous to travel to a place never before seen. Also, once he realizes he's missing that coin, he won't go far.'
This reasoning brought glowing hope to Vasha's face. 'Then we can still hunt him down!'
Liriel lunged at the departing barbarian and seized the edge of her bearskin cloak. 'Enough! I've another idea, but you must agree to the use of magic.'
The swordwoman subsided, bowing her head in resignation. 'How can I not? Vasha the Red has failed. I yield to the wisdom of the drow.'
Liriel held up the runecaster's book. 'This tells how to use the coin. We'll step back in time, to the point just before Toth came into the tavern. And this time, we'll be ready for him.'
Vasha agreed. She stood guard while Liriel studied and cast the intricate spell, and she managed to hold on to her temper and her sanity when she found herself once again seated across the table from Liriel in an undamaged tavern. But the sight of a small coin fragment at the bottom of the bowl of water made her swallow hard.
'We have failed! Toth still holds his half of the coin; he can flee!'
'Why should he?' Liriel retorted. She pulled a knife from her boot and used it to fish the stone from the rapidly heating water. 'He's coming here looking for us, remember? He doesn't know that I'll lift his half of the coin.'
As she spoke, the drow fingered a tiny pocket just inside her sleeve, where she had hidden the nearly whole coin that had traveled back in time with her. She did not understand how this had happened, or have any idea how the coin could exist simultaneously in its past and present forms. But she saw no reason to speak of this, or any harm in keeping silent. As long as Vasha got her runecaster and brought him back to stand trial before the ancient Rus, all would be well.
Vasha still looked puzzled, but she allowed the drow to position her near the tavern door, in plain sight of any who might enter. Liriel took her place nearer the entrance. Toth will be looking for you, so I've got a better chance at getting in the first blow,' the drow explained. 'If I miss, feel free to step in.'
The barbarian shook her head. 'I do not doubt your success. What shall you do-imprison the runecaster in some mysterious dark-elven spell?'
'Something like that,' Liriel said absently. She retreated into herself, seeking the innate magic that flowed through the fey dark elves. Summoning her natural power of levitation, she drifted up to hover high above the doorway's lintel.
This act was easy enough for Liriel, something that all drow of the Underdark could do. But this was not the Underdark, and such powers usually faded away long before a dark elf came so close to the lands of light. The spectacle of a floating drow, therefore, was unusual enough to draw every eye in the tavern. Even Vasha stared, bug-eyed and gaping.
Thus it was that Toth, when he entered the tavern, noted the general bemusement and instinctively followed the line of the patrons' collective gaze. When he looked up, Liriel was ready-not with some spell, for she could not know what magical defenses this powerful runecaster might have. This time the drow took a page from Vasha's book: with the flat of her dagger, she bashed the poor sod solidly between the eyes.
Down went the mighty Toth. Liriel floated lightly to the floor and crouched beside the fallen runecaster. She patted him down, found his half of the coin, and pressed the smaller fragment to it. The stone pieces joined, flowing together as smoothly as two drops of water.
The drow handed the restored coin to Vasha. 'As much as I'd love to keep this, you've got to get home before the Skulls come looking for you.'
'My thanks, Liriel, daughter of Sosdrielle, daughter of Maleficent,' the barbarian said gravely. 'I shall long remember your wisdom, and never again will I disparage the power of magic, or the importance of treachery!'
Liriel shrugged. 'Just don't get carried away. Although I never thought I'd admit it-especially after the day I've just had-there are times when the best approach is the most direct one. Even if that's a good swift blow.'
The swordwoman nodded, pondering these words as if they'd come from an oracle. 'Complex indeed is the
