Gauntlgrym (Neverwinter #1)(41)

“It pleasures me greatly to be of such use,” Barrabus said with unrelenting sarcasm.

“Indeed, you serve as diplomat with Hugo Babris, as warrior against the Ashmadai, as assassin against the agents of our enemies, and as spy when called upon.”

Barrabus put his hands on his hips and waited, knowing then that some new mission was about to be presented.

“The arrival of these Ashmadai fanatics is not coincidence, I am sure,” Alegni said on cue. “There is word of Thayan agents in the North, likely in Luskan.”

Barrabus winced at the mention of the City of Sails, having no desire to go anywhere near it.

“I wish to know who they are, why they’ve come, and what further trouble they will attempt against our work here,” Alegni finished.

“Luskan …” the assassin said, as if repeating the name might remind Alegni that sending Barrabus the Gray to Luskan might not be such a good idea.

“You are a master of stealth, are you not?”

“And Luskan is thick with those who mock the supposed stealth of humans, even Shadovar. Is it not?”

“Few drow have been seen in the city of late.”

“Few?” Barrabus echoed, as if that fact should hardly matter.

“I’m willing to risk it.”

“How big of you.”

“Indeed. I am willing to risk the loss of one of my … of you,” the tiefling remarked. “It would be a pity, but my options are few, for you are one of the few of my band who can still pass for human. I trust you will take care to garner little notice, and that there are few enough dark elves in the City of Sails to trouble you.”

“You have secured my passage?”

“Not by sea. You will accompany a caravan to Port Llast. Begin your investigation there. Then, when you have learned what you may, you’re on your own to Luskan.”

“That will take longer.”

“The road, too, is worth study.”

“And the road will close behind me, perhaps not to open again until next spring.”

Herzgo Alegni laughed at that. “I know Barrabus the Gray better than to think a bit of snow could stop his travels. Your time in Port Llast will be short, I’m sure. There are few people there of interest to us, so you’ll be in Luskan before the autumn equinox. Be quick about your duties and return to me before the snows block the passes.”

“I haven’t been in Luskan in … forty years,” Barrabus protested. “I have no contacts there, no network.”

“Most of the city has remained intact since the fall of the Hosttower. Five High Captains rule from their various—”

“And they are ruled by the mercenary dark elves,” Barrabus finished. “And if the talk is of fewer of them seen in the city now, you can bet those accounts were sent forth by the dark elves themselves, so that people like you, and the lords of Waterdeep, can nod and turn their eyes elsewhere.”

“Well, you will find out the truth for me, then.”

“If the reports you claim are not true, I won’t likely be coming back. Do not underestimate the memory of a dark elf.”

“Why, dear Barrabus, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you scared before.”

Barrabus straightened at that and glowered at the tiefling.

“Before winter,” Herzgo Alegni told him. He glanced toward Neverwinter and motioned with his chin. “The caravan leaves in the morning.”



His thoughts spinning in a hundred different directions, and none of them leading to a pleasant conclusion, Barrabus the Gray walked toward the city. He’d made a point of staying far afield of Luskan for years—one did not double-cross a character like Jarlaxle Baenre without consequences, after all.

He thought back to that fight in Memnon those decades before, when agents of Bregan D’aerthe had paraded his lover before him, taunting him and warning him of the consequences should he reject their offer to rejoin with them. He saw again the three dead drow, but he dismissed the image, focusing instead on the few tendays he had subsequently known with his lover.

Those had been among the best days of his life, but alas, she had run off, or disappeared—had the dark elves taken her again? Had they killed her as payback for his violence?

Or was it that infernal sword? He almost glanced back at Herzgo Alegni as that unsettling thought bubbled up. Very soon after his loss, the Shadovar had come into his life, had taken his freedom.

Had taken everything.

That last thought brought a self-deprecating smile to the lips of Barrabus the Gray. “Had taken everything?” he whispered aloud. “And what was there to take?”

By the time he reached Neverwinter’s gate, Barrabus had let all those memories fly away. He had to look ahead, his focus tight and complete. If any drow remained in Luskan, the slightest error would likely cost him his life.





GAUNTLGRYM


JARLAXLE KEPT HIMSELF IN THE REAR OF THE GROUP OF FIVE. THE TUNNELS underneath Luskan were long natural corridors that reached out to the southeast and the Crags. Korvin Dor’crae led the group and served as its scout, often moving off ahead of the others. Next came Athrogate, eager to see the place Dahlia had described, and always ready to serve as point-dwarf of any patrol—he always wanted to be the first into any fight. Dahlia and Valindra formed the third rank. The elf walked with a measure of calm and patience Jarlaxle would have expected in a much older and more seasoned warrior, and Valindra glided along as if in a daze, with hardly the presence—of mind or body—one would expect of a creature as powerful as a lich.