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Still confused, the droatched the creature fly across the pit, and on the other side, right before the archway, it flopped over weirdly inback at Drizzt

Cursing himself for his hesitance, Drizzt sheathed his blades and leaped back for his bow He took up the arrow and knocked the rope aside, setting thefly

But the va under the archway, and the arrow hit nothing but stones, exploding in a shower of sparks

"No, Bruenor, no," Drizztforth another arrow and taking ai hard into the wall, burrowing the rope deeply into the solid stone

More commotion came from behind Drizzt, and he turned just in ti his way

"Dor’crae!" she yelled, and she dropped her staff to the floor as she charged right past Drizzt, yanking the rope fro across the open lava pit She leaped off and landed in a run, disappearing under the archway

Frantically, cursing with every lanced back as yet another figure entered the chamber, and how his eyes widened when he saw that it was Jarlaxle

"How?" he asked

The drow ht his hand up to his iven to Dahlia before the fight in the Cutlass

"Getthe time to sort it out

The room shook then, so violently that it threw Drizzt fro, and even collected a pair ofon the floor He held them up, his face a ate?" Drizzt explained, and as if on cue, they heard the dwarf cry out frostars into a e and looked down

"Bruenor is across the way!" Drizzt yelled at him "The lever!"

Jarlaxle turned to face him, the mercenary’s face twisted in pain

"You cannot!" Drizzt cried

"My friend, I o to your Bruenor," Jarlaxle replied with a shrug He put his hand over his House Baenre emblem then, and with a tip of his cap to Drizzt, he hopped off the ledge

Drizzt growled at the frustration, at the insanity of it all, and went back to his rope, knotting the end

And the pri up fro and beyond

"Jarlaxle," Drizzt wailed repeatedly, shaking his head, but he didn’t cover his ears against the roar of the volcano Instead he kept working at the rope

Dahlia rushed under the archway just in time to see Thibbledorf Pwent, his throat torn, tu, the dwarf reached up, his hands clawing the air as he tried futilely and pitifully to grasp the vampire

Dor’crae turned to face Dahlia, his face bright with Pwent’s blood

"You wretched beast," she said

"You can leave this place and be redeeained, my love?"

He finished abruptly as Dahlia leaped across the small room at him, all punches and kicks

But just punches and kicks, for she had left Kozah’s Needle behind As fine a fighter as Dahlia was, even unar her ar her into the wall

"At last, I feast," Dor’crae promised

But then he froze in place, only his eyes widening

"Does it hurt?" Dahlia asked hier, tipped with the wooden spike fro, harder at his chest "Tell an shaking, and s from his skin

Dahlia’s wooden stake stabbed at his heart again

"Ah … ling with thick liquid, and she glanced back to see a bloody, strangely ar hirab at Bruenor Battlehaot his knees under hiht beside the lever Like a loving father, Pwent lifted Bruenor’s hand, cupping it with his own, and set it against the angled pole

"Me king," Pwent said again, and it seeth His head dropped down and he lay there very still