At least they universally agree on one thing； the alu concluded； they all think they're superior to every other species in the Underdark； and on the surface； too。
Aliisza watched as a gaggle of kobold slaves； pushed along by their hobgoblin slavemasters； scurried from one web street down a sloped ramp to the next web street below。 All in all； she had seen more species of creature in Ched Nasad than she could imagine being gathered anywhere else。 The 〃lesser races〃 outnumbered the drow by two to one； she figured； and included surface dwarves； ores； quaggoths； bugbears； and others； almost all of them slaves。 The one possible exception to this was the gray dwarves； who traded honestly enough with the drow that they were tolerated in the city as merchants。 In addition； Aliisza had seen an aboleth with its host of caretakers； illithids； grell； and what she suspected must be a deep dragon； for though it too was disguised as a dark elf； she detected the unmistakable scent as it strolled by。
The one notable exception to the eclectic collection of visitors were the beholders； for which Aliisza was not in the least sorry。
There's a race that's even more fond of itself than the dark elves； if that's even possible； the alu thought。
Eye tyrants were nothing but trouble as far as Aliisza was concerned； but fortunately they were in a perpetual state of war with the drow； so none were ever seen in the vicinity。 If she had caught even a glimpse of one inside the great V…shaped cavern； she would have turned and headed the opposite direction as quickly as was fiendishly possible。
The alu blinked； realizing that with all her daydreaming； she was letting her quarry slip away。 Glancing around； she spotted the trio of drow heading along a segment of web street toward a wall； into an out…of…the…way part of the city。 She realized that they were in the mercantile district； and she recognized quickly enough that Pharaun and the others were headed for an inn set along the end of the dead…end thoroughfare。
Good； she thought。 Now I can keep an eye on them and still enjoy the sights and sounds for a few days。 Maybe I can even get the wizard alone for a little while。 。 。 。
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Faeryl Zauvirr brooded on the plush bed while Quenthel stalked back and forth in the room they shared at the Flame and Serpent。 The high priestess didn't like to be kept waiting during the best of times； and she certainly didn't like being kept waiting in the middle of a strange city； tendays away from her homeland； and by three males； no less。
That damnable Mizzrym and his infuriating smile； Quenthel thought。 I should have Jeggred rend him the moment he returns。
But she knew she couldn't eliminate the wizard or even allow him to be injured。 As much as she loathed the situation； Quenthel knew she was dependent on Pharaun as a resource。
But when we return to Menzoberranzan 。 。 。
The unfinished thought hovered in her mind； not so much because she didn't know what was to be done with the irritating mage but because she didn't know when； or if； she would see her home again。
It had been so long since she'd last felt the presence of Lolth； had last bathed in the goddess's glory and favor； that she wondered if she even properly remembered what it felt like。
Will it ever return？ Is she gone？
Stop it！ Quenthel silently scolded herself。 If you are being rested； fool； then right now； your score is not high。 Not high at all。 Even if she did send you back for a purpose。
Jeggred opened the door and entered； stooping as he did so to avoid the low jamb overhead。
〃They are back；〃 he growled； sliding the door shut behind him。
〃Where in the Hells were they？〃 Quenthel asked； still pacing。
〃They went for a walk；〃 the draegloth answered； shrugging。
Quenthel looked over at the creature； who was leering at Faeryl。 The ambassador looked miserable under the fiend's scrutiny； and Quenthel wanted to laugh； remembering some of the things Triel had told her about the Zauvirr's torture at the hands of Jeggred。 Even so； this was not the time。
Quenthel snapped； 〃Are those worthless males ing； or must I send you to fetch them？〃
〃They will be here shortly；〃 Jeggred replied； turning away from Faeryl to crouch in a corner。 〃The mage told me he had something he needed to look over before they joined us。〃 Even down on his haunches； the draegloth was as tall as the high priestess。 His white mane of hair cascaded out behind him as he examined the claw of one hand； picking some fleck of something from its surface with the hand of one of his smaller arms。 〃They have been drinking；〃 he finished； not looking up。
Quenthel swore； drawing a look from Faeryl； but the high priestess didn't care。
Out carousing； like foolish boys！ she seethed。 When we return； they shall be put to work in the rothé fields。
There was a knock at the door； and Quenthel stopped pacing at last； planting her hands on her hips as Jeggred rose to answer it。 When he swung the portal open； Pharaun； Valas； and Ryld filed in。 Quenthel was surprised to see the grim looks on the faces of the three males。
Before anyone had a chance to speak； Pharaun flashed； Someone was watching us today； with magic。 No one say a word until I ward the room。
With that； he produced a small mirror and a tiny brass horn and used them to cast a spell of some sort； though Quenthel could not see any visible difference。 Nor that she expected to； but the idea of the wizard performing spells of his own accord； like everything he did； made her uneasy。
〃The city is about to boil over；〃 Pharaun said when he was finished casting。 He took a seat on the couch and avoided looking directly at Quenthel。
He knows he's about to catch it； the high priestess thought。
〃What do you mean？ Who's been watching you？ And what were you doing out there； anyway？ Didn't I instruct you to get some rest and meet back here before the evening meal？〃
〃Actually； you did not； Mistress；〃 Pharaun answered as the other two found places to lean against the far wall。 〃You said that you were going to rest； and you specifically told us to leave you alone。 Under such circumstances； I didn't see the wisdom in disturbing you with trivialities like a refreshing walk。〃
Quenthel sighed。 Once again the wizard was twisting her words around； using them to his advantage。
〃As for who was watching us； I can't say。 It might have been nothing； just a curious mage checking out some unusual…looking characters as a matter of course and moving on。 Then again； it could have been someone specifically worried about us。 I didn't see who was scrying。 When I returned； I pulled out my grimoires and studied a spell that would detect scrying； though not stop it from happening。 If I give a signal； everyone must be silent。〃
Quenthel nodded once； curtly； knowing that the wizard was taking wise precautions。
〃Very well；〃 she said。 〃What did you discover while you were strolling through the city that makes you believe it is about to 'boil over'？I'
〃It's true；〃 Valas said quietly from his corner。 〃The lesser races are growing restless。 We witnessed an attack today。〃
〃So what？〃 the high priestess responded。 〃They squabble among themselves all the time back home。〃
〃Yes； but this was a gang of them； assaulting a priestess；〃 Ryld said。 He was glowering； though at whom； Quenthel was not sure。 〃They were bold enough to kill her in front of everyone in an open plaza。〃
〃They would dare？〃 It was Faeryl； sitting on the edge of the bed； her red eyes glittering with anger； 〃And you did nothing？〃
〃Truth be told； she was quite inebriated；〃 Pharaun said； reclining on the couch。 〃Still； she provided us with the proof we needed。 Ched Nasad's clergy suffers the same； ah 。。。 challenges that you do； Mistress。〃
Quenthel had folded her arms beneath her breasts and moved to stand in front of the wizard。
〃You did nothing to aid her？〃 she asked； turning her gaze toward the other two males； watching as they looked away； some notion of guilt on their faces。
Pharaun shrugged and said； 〃To have interfered would have only drawn attention to the fact that we were in the city； Mistress。 If we are to continue to investigate； we must maintain our inconspicuous…ness。 Besides；〃 he added； leaning forward again； 〃she was pleading for Lolth to return to her； right there in the open courtyard。 She had clearly lost her resolution and was not； in my most humble opinion； fit to serve the goddess。〃
〃In your…！〃 Faeryl seethed。 〃The opinion of a mere male is counted upon for very little in most issues。 In the matters of the sisterhood； it matters not at all！〃
She stood； taking a step toward the wizard。 With a gesture from Quenthel； Jeggred was instantly between them。 The ambassador shrank back from her one…time tormentor。
〃Faeryl； my dear； in this you are usually correct；〃 Quenthel said in her most soothing voice。 It was one she rarely used； but in this instance she believed it was warranted。 For his part； Pharaun gaped at her； which made her smile。 〃But； my dear； think on it；〃 the hi