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Before the sun had fallen halfway to the horizon, he had his bow out and leveled at a group of four riders, Luskar garrison, trotting their horses easily to the south

Dorwyllan chewed his lip, unsure Did they know of the quiet exodus? If so, had they sent word back to the north?

He put up his bohen another group of riders approached, galloping down froed soroup, now ten strong, moved off swiftly to the south

Dorwyllan shadowed thehter path than the winding road

When the sun dipped below the western horizon, the winter’s twilight settled deep, and several campfires appeared far to the south Dorwyllan doubted that the riders on the road below could see those, as they, too, paused and lit torches of their own

Dorwyllan put his horn to his lips and blew a long and mournful note

A few heartbeats later, that call was answered from the south

The elf looked to the road, where the Luskar patrol eneral direction He wasn’t overly worried, though, for these seafaring deck-swabbers would never find hiht

Nor did they care to try, apparently, and Dorwyllan took that as a hopeful sign that the pirate fools had no idea that the horn exchange had been a warning to the caravan of their approach, that one note had spoken of less than ten soldiers, and that the people of the caravan would be quite ready for their arrival

"Ever has that one drawn much attention," Gromph remarked with obvious amusement

"He is not hard to find," Kimmuriel replied

"You have Jarlaxle continually seeking hi the point "But you speak with Jarlaxle nearly as often as I do" The psionicist had almost referred to Jarlaxle as "your brother," but had wisely redirected "I have often wondered why the archade and be done with him, once and for all Surely Drizzt Do’Urden would prove of little trouble to one of your ical prowess"

"Surely"

"Then why?"

"Why hasn’t Bregan D’aerthe?" Grorand trophy of Drizzt Do’Urden’s head elevate your standing, and your prices?"

"Jarlaxle," Kio determined that Drizzt was not our concern, and forbade any of us fro a trophy"

"And why do you suppose that is?"

"Personal friendship, likely," Kimmuriel replied "Ever has that been Jarlaxle’s prime weakness"

"More than that," Gromph remarked

"Then why not you for this mission? You could find him and be rid of him"

"To what end?"

"The trophy"

"I aer than you have been alive I have all the riches, all the power, all the luxuries, all the time, and all the freedoain would the death of Drizzt afford me?"

"He has killed members of your family"

"So have I"

Kimmuriel was not a hter at the manner in which Gromph responded, so one conclusion, which of course they were areat Houses of Menzoberranzan

"Are you fond of him?" the psionicist asked

"I do not know hiacy?" Kimmuriel pressed "I am quite certain that Jarlaxle admires this warrior fro priestesses of Menzoberranzan"

"Then Jarlaxle is a fool who should keep his feelings well-hidden," Gro out to Kierous road here "Queen Lolth desires chaos, and so Drizzt serves Lolth’s purpose, if not Lolth herself"

Kimmuriel found himself surprised that Gromph had so openly adhout the First House since the fall of Matron Mother Baenre to the axe of Drizzt’s dwarf friend a century and et any further with Gro, and he knew better than to keep pressing a drow as powerful as the Arche of Menzoberranzan

"Matron Mother Quenthel Baenre will not be so casual regarding Drizzt Do’Urden when her favored grand-nephew is returned to her on a slab," Ki the conversation back to where it had started: with Tiago’s revelations about, and his desire to hunt, Drizzt Do’Urden

"Do not underestimate that one," said Gromph

"Neither," Kimmuriel reminded "But while I ao Baenre’s announced entourage, these two Xorlarrin waifs Saribel and Ravel, I can assure you that Drizzt has surrounded hi and eager," Groh"