till； it was forceful enough to make him grunt。
〃By the Abyss； can't you help at all？〃 she puffed； working the mage to the roof。
Pharaun didn't answer。 His face was going numb； and everything was fading to black。
***
Ryld was sitting on the roof of a building that bordered the alley； with his legs dangling over the side； his crossbow in his hands； watching parts of Ched Nasad burn。 Finally having a chance to really study the layout of the city； he could see what was happening with greater clarity。 The fighting had diminished in the highest reaches； though he could still hear the sounds of bat from a couple of streets over。 It was mostly the lower sections of the city that seemed to be receiving the worst of it； those areas where the lesser races were most numerous。 He supposed that the violence down there took the form a general rioting； just a byproduct of the tensions of the city coupled with the more severe military maneuvers that had played out higher up。 Of course； he supposed； having a large chunk of the city fall from above wasn't going to help calm things。
Halisstra sat down beside the weapons master and stared forlornly out at her homeland。
〃Valas has gone to see what chance we have of getting out through any of the city gates；〃 she told Ryld。 〃I told him about one or two places where we might be able to depart unseen； and he's going to see if they're secure。〃
Ryld only nodded。 If anyone could sneak through the city unchallenged； it was the Bregan D'aerthe scout。 He doubted seriously if any exits had been left unguarded； though。
〃How could this have happened？〃 Halisstra muttered softly。 〃So much destruction。〃
〃We have grown placent；〃 the Master of Melee…Magthere answered。 〃The drow race has been squabbling in a controlled manner for so long； we never expected that our own little games would get out of hand。 And they…〃 the weapons master gestured downward； in the direction of the slums…〃just feed off of it； now。〃
〃But the fire。 How is it possible to burn down a city made of stone？〃
〃Alchemy； I suppose。 We saw the same thing in Menzoberranzan。 It's more devastating here； because your whole city is suspended on stone webbing。 They were very clever to bring the firepots here。〃
〃Of course；〃 the drow maiden breathed。 〃Set the webs on fire； and everything attached to them falls to its destruction。 Including House Melarn。〃
Ryld glanced over at the dark elf beside him。 Her face was one of sorrow； and her red eyes glistened with uncharacteristic tears。 It was not often that he saw a drow cry。 It was considered a sign of weakness。 He found it refreshingly honest in the priestess。
〃I am sorry for your loss。 Perhaps we will learn from this。 If we survive。〃
Something caught Ryld's eye； and he had his crossbow up and was sighting down the shaft in an instant。 A winged figure； bobbing and weaving haphazardly； emerged from the smoke； ing for their position。 It was a drow； possibly； though it had wings； and it bore a rather large bundle。 The warrior could tell something was wrong by the erratic way it was flying。 Suddenly； he recognized it…the demon from Ammarindar！
He had his finger on the trigger； ready to fire a bolt through her heart； before he realized she was carrying Pharaun。
As the demon closed in on the edge of the building； she seemed to lose her balance； and Ryld literally had to reach out and grab her as she went by。 All three of them tumbled to the stone in a heap at Jeggred's feet。 The draegloth stepped between the beautiful creature and the rest of the team。
〃You！〃 Quenthel hissed； her scourge raised； ready to strike。 〃What are you doing here？〃
The fiend； whom Pharaun referred to as Aliisza； Ryld remembered； eyed both Jeggred and the high priestess warily as she panted where she'd fallen。 She made no move to defend herself。
〃Bringing your precious wizard back to you； drow；〃 she muttered。 〃I know how fond you are of him。〃
〃He's hurt；〃 Ryld said； turning the mage over。
Everyone but Jeggred gathered around as the weapons master began to examine Pharaun。 It didn't take him long to find the puncture wound in the wizard's shoulder； a portion of a crossbow bolt still lodged in it。 Most of the shaft had snapped off during his crash landing。
〃The bolt is poisoned；〃 Quenthel said； standing over Pharaun's prone body。 〃Healing him won't do a bit of good unless we get the poison out of his blood first。 If we don't； he'll die。〃
〃I could have told you that；〃 Aliisza said； sitting up； though she was still breathing heavily from her ordeal。 〃Here 。。。 he insisted we bring these。〃
She tossed two backpacks at Quenthel's feet。
〃So； how do we remove the poison？〃 Ryld asked Quenthel； looking up from where he was tending to the Master of Sorcere。 〃Do any of you have the magic to do so？〃
Quenthel shook her head。
〃Yngoth can sense it in his body；〃 she said； patting the whip that was once again hanging from her hip； 〃but my spells are； of course； lost。〃
Ryld looked at both Halisstra and Danifae。
〃How about either of you？〃
Both females shook their heads。
〃I dabble in a bit of arcane magic；〃 Halisstra confessed； 〃but I am not yet powerful enough to eliminate poison。〃
Jeggred continued his vigil over Aliisza but said； 〃Perhaps our good friend the ambassador had some means of aiding him。〃
The draegloth nudged the satchel at his feet。
〃You'd better hope she did；〃 Ryld muttered at the unconscious Pharaun； sliding the pack over toward Quenthel。 〃There's nothing else we can do for you； my friend。〃
Pharaun was sweating profusely。 Ryld knew the wizard might be their single best chance to escape the city。 If they lost him； they might very well be trapped； unless Valas could find a way out。
Quenthel began rummaging through Faeryl's things； flinging clothing and personal items to the side。 As she dug her way toward the bottom； Ryld thought he heard the high priestess mutter something disparaging about the ambassador and a ment about her being a waste of space then her face brightened as she pulled a thick tube free。
〃Ah ha！〃 she said triumphantly。 〃Let's hope these are spells。〃
She opened the tube； slid out a handful of parchment pages and unfurled them； scanning their contents quickly。
〃Oh； how delightful；〃 she said。 〃Faeryl； you clever girl； where in the Underdark did you steal these from？〃
Both Halisstra and Danifae crowded around the Mistress of Arach…Tinilith； each of them trying to get a glimpse of what was on the pages。 The weapons master could see looks of elation on their faces。
〃Is there anything helpful？〃 Ryld demanded。 〃Something to neutralize the poison？〃
〃I don't know； yet；〃 Quenthel snapped。 〃Give me a moment。〃
She continued to scan the pages； leafing through them rapidly。
〃Several of these could prove quite helpful；〃 she said； 〃but I don't see…oh； wait。 Yes！ Pharaun Mizzrym； you are in luck。 Give me some room；〃 she said； motioning for Ryld to move out of the way
The weapons master did so； sliding off to the side as Quenthel knelt beside the wizard。 Laying one hand atop the wound； the high priestess began chanting； reading through the words on the scroll in her hand。 There was a tiny flash of light as the handwritten text vanished from the page； and a soft glow passed through Pharauns body； emanating from the point where Quenthel's hand touched him。
Almost immediately； the Master of Sorcere's breathing slowed； and he seemed more relaxed。 His eyes were still closed； but he was smiling。
〃My thanks； Mistress Quenthel；〃 he said； and he sounded about as sincere as Ryld had ever heard him。 〃I ran into a spot of trouble at the inn； you see。 A couple of fellows in the employ of Matron Mother Zauvirr were decidedly unhappy that I paid the place a visit。 They caught me off guard。〃
〃I find that terribly difficult to believe；〃 Ryld said； eyeing Aliisza； who was still sitting on the opposite side of Jeggred。
〃Yes； well； I'm sure you could have given them a lesson or two on how to more accurately find the most vulnerable point in a wizard's defenses。〃
〃All right；〃 the high priestess said； standing again。 〃Get that out of his shoulder； and I can heal him。〃
She went over to her own pack； where she tucked the scrolls； back in their protective tube； into a pocket。 She began fishing around in another section of the container and produced a wand； which Ryld recognized from before。
The weapons master turned his attention back to the broken end of the bolt。 He checked to see if it was lodged against any bone； and when he was satisfied that it was not； he gave a fierce shove； pushing the head through Pharauns shoulder and out the back side。
Pharaun arched his back and cried out in pain。
〃Damn it； Master Argith；〃 he muttered finally； breathing fast。 〃You certainly know how to wele a friend back。〃
The wizard closed his eyes； still grimacing。
〃I think the greeting was entirely appropriate for someone who managed to get himself shot；〃 Ryld replied； once more making room for Quenthel