keeping his shape long and thin and following the corner made by the floor and the wall.
Kaanyr traveled to the end of the hall and then around several corners until he reached the stairs. At one point, he passed a pair of hound archons walking the other way. He held still as they strode by, still compacting himself into the horizontal corner between floor and wall. They didn't seem to notice him, though, and once they were gone he continued on his way.
Ascending the stairs, Kaanyr followed the path he and his companions had taken upon arriving at the Palace of Myriad Amazements and finally reached the great front doors. He was on the verge of sliding beneath the nearest pair when an inner voice warned him to halt. He froze next to the portal and waited, trying to discern the cause of his apprehension. It took the cambion a moment to zero in on the danger, but with the heightened magical senses he had been experiencing since arriving in Dweomerheart, he finally located it.
A magical field surrounded the door, a trigger that he could only faintly detect. No, that's not right, he realized. It surrounds the entire building.
Kaanyr probed it with his mind, sending out magical feelers to see if he could learn more. After a few moments testing the field, he determined that it was no barrier against him, nor was it going to discharge some magical attack against him. It would, however, sound an alarm throughout the palace if he tried to cross it.
Vhok decided to wait and see if he could determine how others bypassed the signal without setting it off. He remained in the corner next to one of the doors, hoping someone would pass through before his magic was consumed and he reverted to his corporeal self.
The cambion did not have to wait long. A pair of humans, one male and one female, exited one of the many hallways and headed to a set of the doors. Careful to remain unobtrusive, Kaanyr glided near them and waited while they approached the portal. As they drew near the ward, a lantern archon materialized. The archon flitted and danced around the two, seeming to examine them. It appeared satisfied and moved toward the ward. Kaanyr heard the creature speak a single word, and he could tell that a portion of the trigger was suppressed. The two humans passed through without incident.
Kaanyr didn't waste any time. The moment he understood that there was a gap in the alarm, he drifted past it, sliding along the floor just behind the pair of humans. They quickly outpaced him, and he feared that with his slow rate of motion, he would be caught within range when the barrier reactivated.
But the cambion's fears were not realized, and he found himself free of the palace.
Kaanyr drifted along for a few moments more, seeking a concealed location where he could return to his normal physical form. After entering a small alley between the palace and another nearby building, he shifted back into his solid body.
First things first, he thought, peering out into the street. I need weapons.
Initially, Kaanyr remained out of sight as much as possible, using the shadows to best advantage while moving from point to point. But the farther away he got from the Palace of Myriad Amazements, the less concerned he became about being apprehended. In addition, the folk strolling the streets were of so many varied species that he realized he would blend in far better acting casual, as if he belonged.
After a few discreet inquiries, Kaanyr found his way to an open bazaar brimming with merchants. From a variety of stalls, tents, and wagons the vendors offered every sort of magical trinket, spell component, and artifact imaginable. Dealers held their wares in front of him, cajoling him to sample them or buy, but the cambion had a specific destination in mind. He pushed past the merchants without even acknowledging them and headed for a large and colorful tent near the center of the bazaar.
Guards stationed at regular intervals around the perimeter of the pavilion watched the goings-on impassively. The cambion saw mostly humans, though he noted a couple of lion-headed leonals serving, too. The other merchants left plenty of space around the tent, giving it and the sentinels a wide berth.
Kaanyr walked to the entrance of the pavilion and was on the verge of ducking inside when one of the two guards blocked his way. 'No one goes inside without an invitation,' said the warrior, a big burly human in black- tinged plate armor.
The cambion stared at the man through narrowed eyes then held up his hand for a moment to signal that the fellow should wait. He pulled off his left boot, reached down inside it, and pulled out a small bundle. Slipping his boot back on, Kaanyr opened the pouch and spilled a quantity of uncut diamonds into the palm of his other hand.
'Does this count?' he asked, showing the gemstones to the guard.
The warrior stared at the stones for several heartbeats then said, 'Wait here.' He ducked inside the tent.
As Kaanyr waited, he slipped the diamonds back into the pouch and hid it in an inner pocket of his clothing. Then he studied the crowds in the rest of the bazaar.
When the warrior returned, a creature followed him. The being stood twice as tall as the cambion, with skin of a deep azure color. His body was long and lithe, with high, pointed ears and a prominent if slender chin. Two small fangs jutted from the fellow's mouth, but his voluminous black and orange robes, cut from the finest fabrics and embroidered with an elaborate pattern of precious metals and stones, belied any feral nature. Kaanyr had only heard of the mercane by reputation, but if they were half as good at buying and selling as most people believed, the cambion could get what he sought.
'I understand you wish to conduct business,' the creature said in a high, reedy voice. He spoke in quite refined Abyssal. 'You have some commodities you wish to show me?'
Kaanyr nodded and produced the pouch again. He dumped the diamonds out into his palm once more.
The mercane reached out with one spidery hand and took hold of the largest stone between his thumb and forefinger. Kaanyr noted with the slightest revulsion that the mercane's fingers bent with an extra joint. 'Ah, decent quality,' the mercane said, producing a strange ocular and peering through it at the stone he had selected. 'Quite fine, actually. Few flaws, good color. Yes, I think we can do business.' He placed the stone back in Kaanyr's palm. 'Follow me.' He turned and glided gracefully inside, his robes hardly swaying around his legs.
Kaanyr put the stones back into their pouch and followed the creature into the tent. A number of hanging tapestries partitioned the interior of the pavilion, so Kaanyr could not see the entirety of the place all at once, but everywhere the mercane walked, Kaanyr spotted trunks, barrels, boxes, and crates. Oil lamps illuminated each area individually, and in some of the alcoves, buyers and sellers haggled over wares. A few of the dealers were mercane as well, each dressed in finery to rival Kaanyr's host, but each one's tastes in colors and cut varied significantly.
The mercane led Kaanyr to an unoccupied spot near the center of the tent and glided toward a plush chair with numerous cushions that had been pulled up to a low table. As he sat, the mercane offered Kaanyr a similar seat on the opposite side of the table.
'Wine?' the mercane asked, gesturing to a crystal service set on the table. 'Perhaps a sweetmeat?'
Still sated from the meal back at the palace, Kaanyr declined. He knew that the mercane considered it customary to engage in pleasantries for a few moments before getting down to business, but he had no time.
'I thank you for your hospitality, and your willingness to do business,' Kaanyr said, 'but time is of the essence. I need weapons. Can you accommodate me?'
The mercane sniffed, obviously put off by the cambion's brusque manner, but he nodded. 'Indeed,' he answered. 'What sort of weapons?'
'I need an enchanted blade,' Kaanyr said. 'Something with a bit of bite to it. A good sword.'
The mercane sat back and steepled his long fingers together in front of his mouth. 'I see,' he said. 'And your funds? You wish to spend all of what you showed me?'
Kaanyr hesitated. He had other pouches hidden on his person, but those diamonds were a significant part of his fortune. And he wanted more than just a sword. 'Perhaps,' he said, refusing to commit. 'Depending.'
'On…?' the mercane asked. 'I have the finest quality enchanted swords of every style imaginable in the entire city. I'm sure you can find something you like.'
'I'm sure I can, too,' Kaanyr said, 'but I'm also looking for something a bit more arcane to round out my purchase. I dabble a bit in the dweomers myself, so I have some specific ideas in mind.'
'Oh? And what would those be?'
'Well, I prefer wands,' Kaanyr said. 'Though potions will do in a pinch.'
'And what kind of wands would you like?' the mercane asked.
'Something with some power,' Kaanyr answered. 'Flashy, potent. That's what I like. Oh, and I need a
