Selim’s cell had a better view than so drow families, which both provided a way to get him out and presented the largest obstacle. Extracting him through the house itself was not possible, not without explaining what he was doing with the slave (which he couldn’t), so they would have to go through the window. The family’s apartnts in House Vyendir’s hold were along the wall overlooking the agricultural cavern, a position which had long been Vrashti’s greatest source of pride, at least until she acquired the human. The cells were below the family’s chambers, but still several stories above the cavern floor. Also, while it might be night for the Imperials, it was just the second dayshift for Narisians, and personnel from House Dalmiss and who knew what other visitors were about in the agricultural caverns, where they would surely observe soone climbing a wall and breaking open a barred window.
No amount of wracking his brain produced any ans of climbing the wall and opening the window unseen. As the Gray Cleric had suggested, Tazun approached the problem from the standpoint of the tools and abilities he could secure and use easily. His first thought was stonecloth, which as an established crafter he could obtain from the markets without arousing interest. It was just that: a form of cloth which resembled stone enough to fool even elvish eyes—when draped. This was commonly used as a backdrop for various displays, and he already owned so small swatches. He could maybe hide the window with it, but could think of no use for that, and it would be no help in reaching the window. A patch of stone shaped like a cloaked person climbing a wall would probably bring soldiers faster than just the sight of a man doing so.
Unfortunately, his ideas only went downhill from there, to the point that he was seriously considering making a couple of stonecloth cloaks and hoping nobody in the entirety of the agricultural caverns happened to so much as glance at the entrance, where Houses Vyendir and Dalmiss bracketed the main path from the city proper. In which case it was starting to look like his best option would be to just climb the wall and throw himself off.
Distracted by his ruminations as he paced through the streets, Tazun quite literally stumbled upon the answer. Not paying attention to where he was going, he had to bring himself to an awkwardly sudden halt to avoid plowing into a city drudge refreshing the glowstalks lining a market street. He apologized effusively, as his carelessness demanded, and the woman answered him with a diffident nod and murmured acknowledgnt, as was proper given their respective stations and the circumstance.
And he suddenly realized that there was more than one kind of invisibility. The eyes of elves were hard to fool, but Narisians were accustod to deliberately ignoring one another—so long as the person they saw was doing what they were expected to do.
In the end, Tazun had to practically beggar himself, unloading all his finished pieces to a wholesaler at well below their value for the sake of making the sale quickly, and even to part with much of his stock of raw materials and, more painfully yet, tools.
Much as that hurt, the reality was that he would be all but finished in Tar’naris once this business was done with,anyway. He hadn’t yet gotten as far in his thinking as planning what to do next, in large part because he was afraid to consider it. To betray one’s mother and family in this manner rited disownnt at the least; Vrashti was not cruel, but she could be temperantal, and he wasn’t sure how much it would matter that he had been heavily coerced into this. To her, or to him, since his own conscience supported freeing Selim, and he didn’t think he would be able to lie to her during the inevitable confrontation. Maybe he could go to House Awarrion and demand so compensation for the hardship. Nahil, he suspected, would lack sympathy, but Matriarch Ashaele had a reputation as a reasonable woman, as did her elder daughter Heral. Or, forgotten hells, maybe he should just go to live with the humans. A mother betrayer would find Tar’naris a hostile place to live once word spread.
Obtaining clothes suitable for a workman was easy and inexpensive; what demanded most of his worldly resources was the scaffold. A traditional one would take far too long to erect, assuming such was even physically possible for one man working alone. Quite apart from the deadline set upon him by Sidewinder, the longer he was ssing about on the wall, the likelier a patrolling soldier or agent of House Vyendir would co along and demand to know what he was doing and who had authorized it—and many of the second group would recognize him. Thus, he had to rent a levitating work platform, an import from the surface. The good news was that it doubled as its own cart; the bad was the price. Tazun was keenly and irritably aware that he was paying, with his life’s work and savings, for novelty and transport costs. The thing had probably cost a lot less for so enchanting factory in Tiraas to make than the wood and tal of a standard scaffold would have in Tar’naris.
At least it was easy enough to control. Before he could believe it was happening, he and his rented platform—piled not only with the tools and supplies he needed but so loose masonry he had picked up to complete the disguise—were at the base of the wall outside House Vyendir’s residence, peering upward to count windows. He blessed the peace and cooperation of Tar’naris. In any Scyllithene city, and in many human ones from what he’d heard, a noble House would have such guards on its premises that getting near any exterior window, much less a prison cell, would require nothing less than a full-scale invasion. As it was, his main concern was ensuring he had picked the right cell to which to ascend. There weren’t so many that were walled by bars, and after living here his entire life, he could identify the one by ntally reconstructing what the window arrangent in his family’s apartnt would look like from the outside. If he was wrong, he was about to have an embarrassing encounter—and hopefully no worse than that.
He’d been right, though, about invisibility. Two patrolling soldiers passed him while he was maneuvering the scaffold into position under the window; both glanced curiously at him, but didn’t address him or even slow. He was half surprised they couldn’t hear the thudding of his heart. Another woman ca by in the opposite direction almost as soon as they were gone, a mber of House Vyendir from a family who lived not far from Tazun’s own. He had known her his whole life, albeit not closely, and she would certainly have recognized him, had she bothered to look at his face. She did not. A man in low-caste clothes doing base work clearly did not rit so much as a glance. Grateful as he was, Tazun was beginning to feel remorseful for how he’d treated drudges all his life.
The device rose smoothly and slowly once directed by the control rune, the soft hum of its levitation charms rising in intensity until it would probably be audible even to a human. Despite his initial unease, it did not wobble, list, or in any way indicate that it wasn’t moving on solid rails, and Tazun found himself impressed as he had never been with human enchanting work. It didn’t rise quickly, of course, but that was probably for the best. Reaching the level of the cell window took only a few minutes.
Then he was there, and it was ti.
He was just just pressing his face to the bars to verify that this was the right place when Selim’s eyes appeared right in front of his own, startling him so badly that for a mont he feared he was about to fall.
“Whoah, take it easy,” the human said in so alarm when Tazun slumped against the outer wall, panting and pressing a hand to his heart. “Also…hi? Correct if I’m wrong, but I could swear the door’s on the other side of the room.”
“Yes, yes, you are hilarious,” Tazun growled. “I’m breaking you out, obviously. Get back from the bars. The only silent way to remove them involves acid, which you do not want to touch.”
Selim obediently move back, but his dark eyes remained fixed on his rescuer while Tazun very, very carefully moved the bottle of stone softener he had purchased into place. Its mouth was designed for precise pouring, and he set about very carefully dabbing it around the base of each of the five vertical bars set in the open window. The stone imdiately began to sizzle and steam; he had been assured the resulting gas was not toxic or dangerous, but averted his face anyway. Safety aside, the sll was sharp and unpleasant.
Applying a liquid would not work on the upper surface, so a different approach was necessary to remove the bars at the top. After considering his options, Tazun had ultimately decided not to. Rather than working on their stone housing, he once again resorted to Tiraan enchantnt. The charm torch was sothing he had been eying with envy for quite a while, but could never justify the expense as it was clearly designed for larger applications of very hard tals, and thus not particularly useful to a jeweler. Its heatless fla would reduce tal temporarily to a malleable state. Really, with gadgets like these available, the things humans must be able to build now…
But it wasn’t ti for that yet. Once the stone softener was all correctly applied and the bottle securely (very securely) re-corked and set aside, he began setting up the poles and tarp that would shield the scaffold from outside view. People would not bother with a workman mucking about on the wall, but sobody climbing out of a barred window would raise an outcry if anyone in the cavern below happened to notice it.
“Why are you doing this?” Selim asked quietly, and Tazun sighed. Well, it was an obvious question, after all.
“It is the right thing to do,” he said simply, keeping his eyes on his work. The scaffold was cleverly designed, with slots along its side and base ant to hold poles for various purposes. Assembling the improvised awning wasn’t difficult at all.
Selim left him alone for half a minute before responding, in such a tone that Tazun could hear his grin. “The Guild got to you, didn’t they?”
“My people are not as hard of hearing as yours,” Tazun retorted. “The less talking, the better.”
“All right, all right,” the human said peaceably. “Look…whatever they did or didn’t do, I’m still grateful as hell for this. I’m pretty sure you bringing the food was all your own idea, right?”
Tazun sighed as he lashed the last edge of the tarp in place. “Yes. And yes, the Guild reached . Them and House Awarrion.” Satisfied it was solidly in position, he turned to et Selim’s curious gaze. “And it is still the right thing to do. I am only shad that it took outside pressures to spur into acting.”
Selim nodded. “I get that. Look… Respect for your mother is a big deal in your culture, right?”
“The biggest deal,” Tazun said, sorely tempted to let so of his emotion past his public face, just to slap the man with it. “So might argue the only deal.”
He nodded again, his own face serious. “Then what you’re doing is a hell of a thing, in your position. Seriously, my friend, I will owe you hugely for this. I’d shake your hand, but…y’know.” He grinned, stepped back, and bowed. “I’m Selim Darousi.”
“Also known as Squirreltail, I’m aware,” Tazun replied, bowing back. “Tazun tyl Vrashti n’dar Vyendir. Possibly the last ti I will be able to introduce myself as such… All right, stand back, please.”
The stone softener was no longer smoking, which was supposed to signal that its work was done. With an awl he had acquired more for camouflage than because he expected to use it, Tazun prodded at the base of one iron bar, and found that it was set in a clumpy mixture of sand and dust.
“Hey, that is a neat trick,” Selim observed, sounding fascinated.
“Indeed,” Tazun agreed, picking up the charm torch. “This one is neater. Assuming it works.”
“Let’s hope for that, yeah. What’s it do?”
Rather than answering, he held its nozzle in place and pressed his thumb to the rune atop its handle. The nozzle glowed. Supposedly, that was all it should be doing, but it seed wrong; there was no visible change in the state of the iron at the top.
After a few seconds, though, he deactivated the torch, grasped the bar, and pushed. It shifted inward easily, the loosened base giving away without effort and the point at the top where he’d applied the charm flexed like a mushroom stalk.
“You, sir, are a genius,” Selim marveled.
“Whoever designed this device was a genius,” Tazun corrected. “I am a craftsman. To my mind, that’s just as good.”
“Man, from my position I’m not about to argue.”
“All right, we’ll bend the bars inward, not out; less likely they’ll be noticed that way, at least until soone cos to check on you. I’ll use the torch, you pull; the faster this is done, the better.”
“You got it.”
It turned out he had been overly generous with the charm torch. With Selim pulling on the bars as soon as he applied it, they started shifting almost imdiately—not as easily as the first one, but the iron beca flexible enough after only a second’s application for the human’s superior strength to bend it. Between them, they had the rest of the bars out of the way in barely a minute.
Defacing ironwork in House Vyendir. Soone was likely to take this as a personal insult. Well, soone in addition to his poor mother.
Tazun chanced a glance down at the floor of the cave through one of the thin gaps in the folded tarp. He could see people moving about in the cultivated fields beyond, but no one was nearby.
“The stone softener should be inert by now,” he said, “but all the sa, try to grip the edge away from the places where it was used.”
“There’s not much away to grip,” Selim said doubtfully. “My hands are bigger than yours.”
“Ah. Here.” Tazun swiftly pulled off the heavy work gloves he’d worn to protect his own hands from the acid. They were overlarge and bulky on him, enough that they fit the human’s hands adequately.
Selim’s exit through the window was utterly human: he had significant upper body strength and had no problem hoisting himself up and over, but wriggling through was so awkward it almost hurt to watch, and he tumbled gracelessly to the platform once past the opening. Fortunately the scaffold’s hovering charms were top quality; it remained as steady as the living rock of the cave. Nonetheless, Tazun glanced worriedly at the glass tube of enchanting dust next to the control runes. Still mostly full. The thing was designed to stay up all day, after all.
The Eserite was back on his feet in a bound, though, grinning hugely and drawing in a deep breath through his nose. “Freedom!”
“Not nearly,” Tazun said curtly. “And keep your voice down. That was the easy part; the city won’t be as simple to escape.” He opened the lid of the large tool chest he had purchased, which was sitting, empty, next to the pile of unused stone.
“Please tell you have a plan for getting out of town,” Selim said, his expression suddenly worried.
“I don’t,” Tazun replied, “but I’ve made arrangents to get you to the Imperial enclave. I have friends among the soldiers there. They will have to get you the rest of the way; I assu they have the resources. Getting there will be the fun part. Into the box, please.”
Selim winced, staring at the open chest. “Oh…hell. Just when I thought I was done being cooped up…”
“Maybe you’d like it back in your cell?”
“All right, all right, I’m going.” Despite his grudging tone, the thief grinned at him as he clambered into the chest. “Did you rember to poke air holes in this?”
“The lid isn’t airtight, I checked,” Tazun said. “Hurry, please, you need to be out of sight before I can pull the tarp down.”
“You really do think of everything, huh?” Selim replied. “Seriously, this is a well-planned job. You’d make a pretty good thief.”
“I am a craftsman,” Tazun retorted, indulging in the smallest asure of audible rancor as he pushed the lid down on the folded human. At least Selim was flexible; he’d been a little worried about cramming him into the chest, but it stood to reason that a thief would be able to bend.
He worked as quickly as he could without impairing his hand-eye coordination, or seeming to be in haste. There was no good reason for a mason performing wall repairs to be in a hurry, and he didn’t want attention. Even so, it was only a few minutes later that they were drifting to rest at the base of the wall, the scaffold’s hover charm bringing it a few feet short of the ground.
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Tazun was beginning to worry about Selim; there was no sound of protest from within the chest, but it occurred to him that at the speed this thing moved, the trip to the Imperial enclave might be worse than rely uncomfortable. He couldn’t check on his passenger at the mont, though, because a drow man was approaching along the wall, hands folded demurely at his waist and moving in a stately glide that suited his expensive robes.
Tazun didn’t recognize him as a mber of House Vyendir, but obviously he didn’t know them all; he stepped back off the path to the side of his scaffold and bowed low, both in keeping with his role of a low-caste workman, and to hide his face.
The man stopped in front of him, and his heart plumted. Keeping his face neutral as always, he straightened up. “Well t.”
The drow grinned broadly and winked at him, replying in Tanglish. “Well, right back atcha, Taz. See, I knew you could do it! You just needed a little push, is all.”
He could only gape at him.
The lid of the chest rose a few inches. “I know that voice,” Selim said from within, peeking out. “Sidewinder? You’re the one who leaned on this poor guy? You should be ashad.”
“Aw, don’t be like that,” the drow with Sidewinder’s voice said cheerfully. “You don’t even know what I did. Does he?” he asked, turning to Tazun, who just stared.
“I don’t need to know,” Selim retorted. “You should always be ashad. General principles.”
“Well, I can’t really argue with that, I guess!”
“What are you doing here?” Tazun hissed, finally finding his voice. He glanced furtively up and down the wall. No one was within drow earshot.
“Oh, co on, you didn’t really think I was going to leave you to handle sothing like this all on your loneso,” Sidewinder replied with a total lack of remorse. “Actually, I’m quite impressed with the plan you put together, kid. This is almost Guild-quality work—you’ve got care and a good eye for detail. But I made damn sure to be nearby in case you needed backup, just the sa. But enough about that!” He stepped up onto the platform and knelt, holding out a silver ring to Selim. “Squirreltail, will you marry ?”
“Aww,” Selim cooed, grinning madly, “you always did know how to make a lady feel special!”
Tazun stared at them, nonplussed. Based on their jocular tone, this had to be human humor. In Tar’naris, a man referring to himself as a lady was asking to be kicked in the jewels. Tazun didn’t bother to dwell on that, though, watching in disbelief as Selim slipped the ring onto his own forefinger and transford instantly into another well-dressed drow man.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget you,” Sidewinder said to Tazun, offering him another identical ring.
He didn’t move to take it. “But…I’m already a drow.”
“Yes,” Sidewinder said patiently. “You are a specific drow, who will quite shortly be much sought after to give explanations that I’m sure you don’t want to. For now, and until we reach the enclave, were just three perfectly ordinary and anonymous Narisian lads out for a walk.”
“Take it,” Selim advised, climbing down to street level. “He’s right, this’ll draw much less attention than this hover-cart. I don’t think these things are all that common here. Honestly, they’re not even that common topside.”
Tazun sighed, but accepted the ring and put it on. The illusion had no physical sensation, but looking down at himself was discomfiting nonetheless. His illusory identity was much wealthier than he, to judge by the quality of his robes… But Tazun was comfortable with his own body and identity. He’d felt it under enough attack lately without turning against it like this.
But it was what it was, and the humans were right. This was a better extraction plan than his own.
As they made their casual way toward the gate back into Tar’naris proper, he glanced back once at the hovering cart, abandoned at the base of the wall. It would quickly reveal exactly what had happened here, and also this was a breach of his contract with its owner. But more than that, it represented everything Tazun had ever had.
Everything he was leaving behind.
The response was indeed swift, but not swift enough.
“Tazun d’what, now?” Corporal Hayes asked innocently. The door to the antechamber of the barracks had been left cracked just wide enough that those inside could hear the conversation without. Other soldiers chattered and went about their business in the background, obscuring any small sounds Tazun’s group might make. As he understood it, it was yet early for the soldiers to be up; he didn’t know what relationship the Thieves’ Guild had with the military, but clearly the squadron were very sympathetic to Selim’s plight.
He, Tazun, Elin, and Sidewinder all clustered as silently as possible against the wall behind which Hayes sat at his desk, dealing with the House Vyendir representative who had appeared only monts previously, just barely too late to catch them.
“Tazun tyl Vrashti n’dar Vyendir,” the drow said tonelessly. “Vrashti’s son; she is also the owner of an escaped slave who is being sought. He might answer to the na Salaam Drushti. The diplomatic officer on duty in the main compound suggested you might know sothing of this.”
Selim rolled his eyes; Sidewinder grinned so widely it appeared he might hurt his face.
“Oh, do you an Selim Darousi?” Hayes said innocently. “Sure, he’s here. Poor guy’s had kind of a hard day, as I understand it. I don’t know anything about any Tayzon, though, sorry.”
“That man is a duly tried and convicted criminal,” the Vyendir representative said calmly. “Per the terms of our treaty, you are obligated to imdiately return him to his purchaser’s lawful custody.”
“Per the terms of our treaty,” Hayes replied, “he is entitled to contest his conviction and sentencing and have the matter reviewed by Tiraan diplomats. Apparently he was not only specifically denied this right at trial, but by so unfortunate mix-up was moved around so quickly afterward that the ambassador’s office wasn’t able to track him down to his current location. How very fortunate that he turned up here, eh? We wouldn’t want Miss Vrashti to be owning a Tiraan citizen under improper circumstances. How very embarrassing that would be.”
There was a short pause.
“All transfers of slave contracts are thoroughly reviewed by House Vyendir’s solicitors before being ratified,” the representative said finally. “If any impropriety occurred, it is not the fault of Vrashti or her House. Unless the slave is returned, she will require and is entitled to expect monetary compensation for his loss and for all associated inconveniences.”
“Well, that’s fine,” Hayes said equably. “She can file a grievance with the ambassador’s office. I’m reasonably confident there will be no unfortunate mix-ups with that paperwork. Our clerks are very dedicated to taking proper care of rich drow who clearly think of our entire species as cattle. anwhile, Selim Darousi is under the protection of this embassy, and no one’s getting a brass penny for any inconvenience they’ve suffered by abducting him.”
“Please be careful, Corporal,” the drow said tonelessly. “An accusation of abduction can have serious consequences.”
“An abduction itself can have serious consequences,” Hayes replied gravely.
“Corporal, I find that you are being unnecessarily confrontational about this matter, and will be discussing that with your superiors in the embassy, as well.”
“I wish you the very best of luck with that.”
“I strongly advise, sir, that you cooperate with the law and treaty. If Vrashti does not receive satisfaction in one form or another, she may well pursue this matter in person. I assure you, sir, you do not want that.”
“I assure you, sir, you are mistaken.” Hayes’s voice had suddenly gone cold. “This Vrashti has deliberately abused the spirit of the treaty to even more personally abuse a Tiraan citizen for her own personal gain. I would love nothing more that for her to show her face here. After I’ve punched her in the teeth, she can learn firsthand about crooked trials where witnesses only saw what they’re told to have seen. I think that would be a valuable lesson in empathy for her.”
Selim looked serenely smug, while Sidewinder was physically struggling to control his laughter. Elin, though, had reached over to grab Tazun’s wrist, squeezing it comfortingly and gazing up into his eyes, her expression serious and sympathetic. He had, in fact, made a reflexive jerk toward the door at the direct threat to his mother, but just as quickly got himself back under control. With a soft sigh, he nodded to her, and did not pull his hand away.
“Threatening a well-ranked lady of Tar’naris can have very severe consequences, Corporal,” the representative said in the sa even tone. “I assure you, I will be reporting every detail of this conversation to the requisite authorities in both your governnt and mine.”
“I’m sorry, threatening who?” Hayes asked innocently. “Private Shaffar, did you hear soone threatening a lady of Tar’naris?”
“Sorry, sir,” the other soldier present replied, her tone overtly smug. “Didn’t catch that. You know how poor human hearing is.”
Another silence fell.
“Thank you for your ti, Corporal.”
“Drop by anyti!” Hayes said brightly. “The door is always open to our very good and trusted friends in House Vyendir!”
Sidewinder managed to wait until the heavy outer door had bood shut after the representative before collapsing in laughter. Selim just sad back on one of the soldiers’ bunks, smiling beatifically.
“You okay, Taz?” Elin asked softly, still holding his wrist and watching his face.
“Not really,” he admitted. “All right…not even remotely. I have no idea what’s going to happen to know… But, for all of that, I feel…very satisfied.” He looked over at Selim, who nodded deeply to him. “This was a good thing. I’m glad to have been a part of it.”
A warm smile spread across Elin’s face. It was the most beautiful thing he recalled seeing in the last week.
“Well, I’m glad you’re all enjoying yourselves,” Hayes said dryly, pushing through the door into the barracks. “Right now we need to make so plans concerning what to do with all of you. Darousi, how quickly do you think you’ll be able to travel?”
“Can’t wait to get rid of , huh, Corporal?” Selim asked with a grin.
The soldier grunted, but his expression remained amiable. “I’ve checked in with a few sympathetic ears in the diplomatic corps while we were waiting to see if you lot made it back. They’re reasonably confident there’s no risk of you having to be returned to this Vrashti, now that you’re back in Imperial hands, but with bureaucrats it’s always better safe than sorry. Once you’re out of Tar’naris, that drops to no chance. Even if House Vyendir is willing to pursue the matter past the borders, House Awarrion won’t help, and the Imperial authorities would completely blow off a claim like this. So, the sooner you’re out of town, the safer.”
“Right,” Selim said, getting to his feet. “In that case, I feel ready to embark on my next adventure this very mont!”
“You may want to scrounge up a shirt, first,” Elin said wryly.
“Bah, they’ve got shirts in Fort Vaspian,” Selim said cheerfully, turning back to Tazun. “Well, my friend, it seems Sidewinder and I are going to be out of your hair before I have the chance to pay you back for this. Don’t think that ans I’ll forget it, because you have my word, that’ll never happen. I owe you big.”
“Actually,” Sidewinder said lazily, “you’ve got that the wrong way ’round. I still have so business in Tar’naris, but our good buddy Taz will be heading back to Tiraas with you.”
Selim blinked. “Oh?”
“What?” Tazun frowned at him. “I am? Since when?”
“Well, guess this is as good a ti as any,” Sidewinder said, straightening up from his slouch. “C’mon, Taz, let’s have a quick word sowhere private.”
“Um…”
“You don’t have to do anything, Tazun,” Elin said firmly. The look she directed at Sidewinder made him reconsider the relationship between the Guild and the military.
“Now, what do you take for?” the thief said reproachfully. “Taz here has just gone way out on a limb to do an Eserite an enormous favor, at considerable risk and cost to himself. The hell we’re just gonna throw that away! The Guild takes care of its friends, but, you know how it is. There are so aspects of our business that aren’t for audiences.”
“I don’t know if I like the sound of that…” Tazun said, frowning harder.
“You should be fine,” said Hayes, glancing between them. “It’s usually best to hear Eserites out when they want sothing, Tazun, and even if he ant you harm, he wouldn’t do anything here. You gentlen can borrow the sarge’s office for a bit.”
“Nobody has any faith in ,” Sidewinder complained. “That’s what’s wrong with the world.”
Elin shifted her grip to Tazun’s hand, and squeezed it, looking questioningly up at him. He squeezed back, nodded to her again, and sowhat reluctantly let go.
The office was at the opposite end of the barracks; the other soldiers glanced at them curiously in passing, but didn’t address them. Monts later, Sidewinder was shutting the door, closing them into the small, neatly organized space.
“Now, here’s the slightly awkward fact of the matter,” the thief said in a cheerful tone, strolling around behind the sergeant’s desk and helping himself to a seat. “Getting Squirreltail out was a big part of the operation, yes, but not the whole deal.”
“What’s the whole deal?” Tazun asked suspiciously.
“Well, you see, our good friends over at House Awarrion are very concerned with this slave trade; they want to lean hard on the people benefiting from it. And that aligns very nicely with the Guild’s own goals. Eserites, you see, don’t just steal; we have a religious obligation to deliver humility and couppance to people who abuse their power or wealth at the expense of others. Stealing your mother’s prized possession was only half the response to her enslaving a mber of the Guild. The other half is delivering pain.”
Tazun clenched his fists, taking an impulsive step forward and glaring openly. “If you even dare—”
“Shut the hell up.” Sidewinder had his feet propped up on the desk, now, and his hands behind his head, but despite his lazy posture, his face was suddenly hard and cold. And sothing in his eyes warned Tazun not to attempt what he’d been about to. “Let make this clear to you, kid: you are not being asked for anything. I’m tellin’ you how it is. And how it is is this: your mother is going to suffer for what she did. Now, it seems to the easiest and most convenient way is for her to lose her son. So, you will be going back to Tiraas with Squirreltail, where the Guild will make good on its debt to you by helping you settle in as generously as possible, and Vrashti will be told that we’ve brought you to an excruciating end. While she mourns that, the story will leak across the whole city, and even before we start working on the next knife-eared fucker who thinks humans exist for their amusent, people will start reconsidering this whole ‘slaving’ thing.”
“You can’t possibly think I’ll help you in this,” Tazun snapped. “There is nothing you can say or do to make hurt my mother!”
Sidewinder actually laughed at him. “Ahh, you poor, dumb kid. I kinda love how you drow have grown up not knowing about the Guild; there’s a freshness to this whole experience. Did you know, Tazun, that there’s actually a slave trade in the Empire? It’s true. And it’s pretty much exactly like the one in Tar’naris in every particular. We’ve got industry, enchantnt, golems…nobody needs slaves for any legitimate purpose. Only people who have ’em are rich fuckheads who just get off on the power of it. Collectors…mostly of the rare, and exotic.” He smiled blandly. “Do you know what a well-bred, attractive drow woman—like, oh, let’s say, your sister Syraal—is worth on the right market?”
Tazun stared at him in frozen horror.
Very slowly, Sidewinder straightened up, lowering his hands and tucking his feet back under the desk. His expression fell flat again, until he was staring up at Tazun with eyes as predatory and unfeeling as a snake’s.
“I do.”
He held Tazun’s gaze for another long mont, then stood and stepped back around the desk to pass him and grasp the doorknob.
“Go to Tiraas, Tazun,” he said calmly. “Start your new life. Enjoy it. As thanks for your help, I’m giving you the opportunity to help us stick it to your mother without actually harming your family. If you don’t want to accommodate in that, well…” He shrugged, again wearing that friendly smile. “I’ve gotta tell you, I don’t care all that much one way or the other.”
Sidewinder opened the door and strolled out, whistling.
By the ti Tazun collected himself and returned to the others, Sidewinder had been and gone, and sobody had given Selim a shirt. Elin was watching him approach with open worry; he double-checked his public face, and found it mostly intact. Enough to pass general muster in Narisian society, but…
“What happened?” Elin demanded as soon as he was close enough for conversation. “What did he say?”
“I…” Tazun paused, swallowed heavily, and squared his shoulders. “He, um, made a pretty good case. What with the trouble I’ll be in here, going to Tiraas is probably my best bet. He said the Thieves’ Guild would help , you know, settle in.”
“Hell yes they will,” Selim affird, nodding emphatically. “I will personally pull every string I can reach to make it happen—but honestly, Tazun, it won’t be hard. For the kind of favor you did for , and for us, the Guild won’t be skimpy with its gratitude. Hell, I’ll talk with the Bishop, he loves helping interesting new people.”
“Tazun.” Elin’s voice was both insistent and gentle. She stepped forward, taking both his hands in her own. “Are you okay?”
“I’m. I.” He swallowed again, and forced a smile. “Of course I am. I an, apart from…that is you know…”
“I know,” she said softly. “But you look less okay than when you went in there with that man.”
“It’s just,” he said laly, “the stress…”
“Threatened your family, didn’t he?” Selim said. Tazun whipped his gaze to the thief, and he sighed. “Yeah… Sidewinder is a creatively vicious piece of shit, Taz. Soon as I saw he was the one they’d sent, I had a feeling this was gonna end very badly for soone.”
“Oh, my gods,” Elin whispered, eyes widening.
“Let guess,” Selim continued grimly. “You get to go peacefully to Tiraas and he tells your mother we slit your throat, right? To punish her. Otherwise soone’s actual throat gets slit.”
Tazun clenched his jaw, not trusting himself to form words. He managed to nod.
And then suddenly Elin was in his arms, her face buried in his shoulder, squeezing him firmly.
Selim shook his head. “He’s got the Guild’s backing and I can’t contradict him here. But I’ll tell you what. Soon as we hit Tiraas, we’ll have a telescroll sent to Fort Vaspian and make sure your mother’s notified you’re okay.”
For the first ti in all this madness oddly, Tazun found himself wanting to actually cry. “You’d do that? Go against your own Guild, for…”
“Not for her,” Selim said firmly. “I an no offense, but I’ve got ample reason not to give a damn about that woman.”
“I can certainly understand that,” Tazun agreed.
“But,” the thief continued, reaching past Elin’s shoulder to place a hand on Tazun’s, “for you, my friend? If I can do it, you na it.”
“Thank you,” Tazun managed, nodding.
Elin finally pulled back, looking up at him earnestly. “All right, look. My tour’s up really soon, just three months. I was going to re-enlist, but screw it. I’ll co back to Tiraas.”
“Elin,” he protested, “please don’t upset your career! Your own life—”
She had to stand on her toes to kiss him, but he found himself as firmly silenced as he had ever been in his life. And, also, suddenly keenly conscious of her scent, of the feel of her in his arms…
Selim cleared his throat after a few long (but not long enough) monts, and finally they parted.
“Sotis,” Elin said softly, giving him a brilliant smile and reaching up to lay one hand on his cheek, “you have to do the reckless thing.”
“I think,” he replied, allowing himself to smile right back, “I’ve recently learned that lesson very well.”
“It’ll be great!” Selim said cheerfully. “We’ll arrange a place for you in Lor’naris—not that you have to live there in particular, but it’ll probably be the easiest place to start when you’re getting settled in.”
“Lor’naris?” Tazun said, turning to frown quizzically at him. He’d never heard that contraction before; it translated as “faraway ho.”
“The drow district in Tiraas,” Elin explained.
“There’s a drow district?” he exclaid.
“Sort of,” Selim said, grinning. “I’ll give you the whole history on the ride there. But yeah, we’ll set you up with a place and whatever you need to get started as a jeweler there. Hell, you’ll be richer than within a year—I bet they don’t see a lot of authentic Narisian jewelry in the capital.” His smile relaxed slightly, becoming a less enthusiastic but warr expression, and he squeezed Tazun’s shoulder. “This is a hell of a thing right now, I know, but I promise you, friend. You’re going to be okay.”
Tazun subtly tightened his grip on Elin, feeling her squeeze him back even as she gave him that blinding smile he had co to love so much. “You know… I think you’re right. I actually will.”
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