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The alu could not help but smile as she made her way along the streets； following the wizard and his panions while pretending to shop for trinkets in the bazaars and markets。 She studied the myriad lines of calcified webs that stretched across from one side of the massive cavern to the other； glowing faintly with magical； flickering light as far as the eye could see。 She half expected to see some great； lumbering spider making its way across the vast webbing。
They sure do love their spider motifs； she thought wryly。 Everything they do revolves around the great Lolth； Queen of the Spiders。 You'd think they would learn to diversify a little bit； try to bee a little more well…rounded。
She grinned at her own little joke。 Drow were such odd creatures； she decided。 On the one hand so deceitful and chaotic； always turning on one another； but on the other hand trying to live their lives by some code or structure； based on the tenets of faith set down by a demon who was as unpredictable as could possibly be。
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 y