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."He sees us all as a part of Waterdeep.We keep this city's traditions alive."At Gustin's slight smile at her choice of words, Sophraea shook her head."No, this place, the City of the Dead, is important to Lord Adarbrent and so we're important because we keep it as it has always been kept.We built the first wall around it, we carve the tombs, and, he knows, as long as we are here, the City will have someone caring for it who loves it as much as he does.""You talk as if he's fallen in love with a graveyard," said Gustin."No, he's in love with Waterdeep.He always has been," said Sophraea with revelation."Waterdeep is Lord Adarbrents one great passion.And, for Waterdeep's sake, I think I can get him to give up that spellbook.Maybe we shouldn't be going to Dead End House now.Maybe we should go to Lord Adarbrent immediately."As she turned to go toward one of the public gates, a flash of gray fur caught her eye.Unsure of what she'd seen, Sophraea slowed down, turning in place.Now she could clearly see a giant gray paw sliding out from behind a black marble urn.A tip of furry ear was visible through the urn's curved handles and a twitch of the bushy tail could be seen near the base.She clutched the basket's handle with both hands and took a deep breath.It couldn't have been a wolf.There weten't any wolves in the City of the Dead.Ghosts, ghouls, haunts, walking corpses, undead, and restless dead, all those dangers she had been warnedabout since she was a small child.Those were ordinary threats, like thieves in the marketplace.If you were careful and wise, and avoided certain parts of the graveyard after dark, you could spend your whole life traipsing back and forth quite safely through the City of the Dead.Her family did it every day.Even outsiders, strangers to Waterdeep like Gustin, could wander the paths in the daylight hours with no fear of attack.But nobody had ever warned her about wolves.Such a creature didn't belong in the City of the Dead.She couldn't have seen a wolf.Drawing a deep breath, Sophraea concentrating on using that peculiar sense that let her see throughout the City of the Dead.And, there, right behind a memorial urn, she distinctly perceived something with four large paws, an even bushier tail, and, oh dear, numerous sharp teeth!Before she could warn Gustin, Sophraea caught a glint of metal behind the wolf.A very large man in a helmet crouched behind a gravestone that wasn't quite large enough to hide him fully.In her vision, the wolf dashed around the urn and dived under a nearby hedge separating one family's plot from another's."Gustin!"The wizard halted beside her, seemingly unaware of her concern.With a shake of her head, Sophraea tried to see the graveyard as Gustin would see it.Dripping hedges close to the path, a few tombs, no sign of life at all.Their pursuers were still too far away and too well hidden for Gustin to see them.Of course, that must mean that their pursuers couldn't see them either.At least she hoped that was true.Then she remembered that wolves tracked by scent.Trying to keep her voice calm, Sophraea asked Gustin, "Do you have any spells against wolves?""Nothing particular," he answered."Why?""How about men in armor?""I have that one I used during the street fight that makes weapons slippery." Gustin looked over his shoulder."What do you see?""Don't turn," she said as she started quickly down the path.Her odd double vision setded more firmly over her.In one sense, she was still firmly anchored to the Sophraea scrambling down the gravel path in the graveyard.But another Sophraea seemed to be floating high above the tombs.That disembodied Sophraea clearly saw the slinking gray wolf tracking them along the wet path and, to her dismay, more than the one armored man behind it.There was an entire group of Stunk's bullyblades tagging along behind the beast."They followed us," she warned Gustin."Stunk's men."The wizard quickened his pace and didn't look back."How many?" he asked as a crackle of white lighting sparked off the tips of his fingers.He kept his hand low and close to his chest so their pursuers could not see."Half a dozen, not more.One is a wolf [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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