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."What now? Do they fireball us or call the watch?""Neither.No problem.Loene knows me.We'll be fine," Arilyn assured him, speaking with more confidence than she felt.She and Danilo were still invisible, and that could prove a problem.It was hard to convince someone of your integrity if he couldn't look you in the eye, and she wasn't about to let Danilo squander his waning strength to dispel the magic.Arilyn half-dragged Danilo up the walk.Raising the knocker, she tapped it briskly, using the code taught her by Nain Keenwhistler, a member of the adventuring party known as the Company of Crazed Venturers.The code would certainly be recognized in this household: Loene had been rescued from slavery by Nain, and for many years she had run with the Crazed Venturers.The door cracked open."Yes?"The raspy tones identified the speaker as Elliot Graves, Loene's servant.No other voice could sound both so pompous and so whisky-soaked."It's me, Graves.Arilyn Moonblade.""Where?" The door opened wider, and a thin, wary face peered past into the courtyard.Arilyn didn't doubt that Graves had his mace handy.He was as skilled a fighter as he was a chef, and he didn't look at all pleased that anyone had breached the walled court."I'm right here, Graves, only invisible.I've got a friend with me, and he's badly wounded.Please let us in."The urgency in her voice convinced the servant."One at a time," he said, opening the door just wide enough for one person to edge through.Arilyn pushed Danilo before her.He fell face down onto the ornate Calimshite carpet."That's one," the prone noble observed in a drunken tone.The half-elf brushed past Graves and knelt by the fallen man.Sensing Arilyn pass, the servant slammed and bolted the door behind her."What's all this?" an imperious voice demanded.Arilyn looked up.Loene was poised on the stairway, wrapped in night robes of pale gold silk and holding a jeweled dagger in each hand.The woman's dark blond hair hung free in a wild mop about her shoulders, and her large hazel eyes darted about the empty hall.Once enslaved as a "pleasure girl" for her exquisite face and form, Loene had become a skilled fighter and adventurer.In middle life, the woman was still both beautiful and deadly.She had the tawny grace of a desert cat, and at the moment she looked every bit as dangerous.The words tumbled out."It's Arilyn Moonblade.I've got a friend with me.He's been poisoned.""Get my potion case," Loene instructed the servant, not taking her eyes from the hall carpet.Graves melted away, still holding his mace at the ready."Well, well.Arilyn Moonblade.Since when did you start resorting to invisibility spells?" Loene asked, descending the stairs with catlike grace.She lay down her jeweled weapons on a marble-topped table at the foot of the stairs."It wasn't my first choice.""I'll bet." Loene agreed dryly.The woman twisted the magic ring on her hand, murmuring the command that would dispel Danilo's enchantment.As she did, two outlines appeared on the expensive carpet, gradually filling in until they took the form of a large, prone man and a half-elven adventurer.Loene's lovely, curious eyes met Arilyn's."Ah.There you are.You look terrible, by the way."She came forward and crouched at Arilyn's side, touching henna-tipped fingers to the fallen man's pulse."It's strong and regular.His color is good, his breathing regular.What happened to him? Poison, you said?""It's a long story," Arilyn said tersely, her anxious gaze fixed on her companion."Hmmm.I can't wait to hear it.Oh, thank you, Graves," Loene said, accepting a box from the servant."Just who is your friend?""Danilo Thann.""Dan-" Loene's incredulous echo broke off into derisive laughter."Girl, you picked a strange time to start trusting magic-users.His drawing room tricks misfire more often than Shou rockets.Oof.And he's heavy.Give me a hand here."The two adventurers managed to roll the young nobleman over.Loene gently lifted one eyelid, then the other.After a moment's speculation, she selected a small blue vial from the box of potions and handed it to Arilyn."An antidote," Loene said."Very rare.Works amazingly fast."The half-elf quickly uncorked the vial, raised Danilo's head, and held the potion to his lips.His eyes flickered open."Pretend it's rivengut," Arilyn advised him with a touch of grim humor.The mention of his favorite libation rallied Danilo sufficiently to sip some of the potion.Somewhat revived, he propped himself up on one elbow and looked around the hall."I feel better," he announced, sounding surprised."You're sure?" Arilyn pressed."Almost as good as new," he promised, surreptitiously showing her his palm.The brand had faded noticeably.Arilyn's shoulders sagged in relief.Loene sat back on her heels, a speculative smile playing about her lips as she watched the scene before her.She'd known Arilyn for years, and never had she seen the half-elf so rattled.No potion or antidote worked so quickly-Arilyn should have known that-and her usually sharp elven senses should have caught the scent of the apricot brandy that was the vial's only ingredient.Ah, but there's a story here, Loene thought.If she were to admit to a weakness, it would be her inordinate fondness for interesting and unusual tales.An unexpected bounty had been delivered to her door this night."I suppose explanations must wait for morning," she said, her voice tinged with regret."Graves, would you see our guests to their beds?""One bed," Arilyn corrected."I say.That might be expecting a bit much from the healing potion," Danilo warned her.Arilyn shot him a look that would have frozen a wiser man, then turned away."With your permission, Loene, I'll leave Danilo in your care.I must attend to urgent business
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