Elfshadow (Forgotten Realms)
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Harpers--members of the secret organization dedicated to preserving Good--are being murdered. The trail leads to the half-elven adventurer Arilyn Moonblade, once an assassin, though now a Harper agent, and armed with a magical sword that cannot shed innocent blood. Is Arilyn guilty, or is she the next target?
chatter, no magic, and no singing.” “Anything,” he agreed readily. “Get me safely to Waterdeep, my dear, and I’ll even polish your weapons for you. By Tempus, they could use a good once-over.” As he spoke, Danilo reached out to stroke the moonblade’s ancient, tarnished sheath. Immediately a spark of blue light lit the marsh. With a sharp oath, Danilo recoiled, jerking back his hand. He held up his index finger, regarding it with disbelief. The skin at the tip was blackened, blasted by the
lumpy pillow. She hit the cot hard, and a cloud of feathers puffed into the air. Danilo awoke with a startled “oof,” and his arms closed reflexively around his attacker. “Let me go!” Arilyn demanded, pushing herself up on her elbows and away from the bed. The dandy’s eyes widened in shock as they focused on the dagger still in Arilyn’s hand, but he merely tightened his grip on her waist. “Good gods, woman, haven’t I told you that you don’t need that thing? You’re welcome enough without it.”
you can. Forget I asked. It’s just that, well, if you have to pick open the window, you might just as well have done the door, which would have saved us the trouble of crawling across this wall like a couple of damned spiders—” “Be still,” Arilyn hissed, stifling a rising wave of anger. Once again she berated herself for being drawn to Danilo Thann. The man was endlessly frustrating. One moment he was a canny fighter, the next an understanding friend, the very next a worthless twit. The latter
sure she was alone and unobserved. Reassured, she thrust her hands into her pockets and ambled down Gem Street with long swinging strides, a human lad, set on some family errand. * * * * * By the time Danilo reached Loene’s house, Waterdeep Way was already awake with the bustle of morning commerce. Since he was cloaked by neither darkness nor invisibility, he slipped around the back of the house to Gem Street and quietly dismounted. He spat on his hands and prepared to climb the fence. The
smaller door, which closed over a window cut near eye level. This small door stood ajar to reveal shelves and cases displaying the merchant’s wares, but the door itself was securely bolted. Arilyn rapped loudly on the jamb. “We’re closed,” came a voice from the back. “Come back another day.” “My business can’t wait.” “Well, it’ll have to!” Arilyn balled her hand into a fist and knocked again, louder this time. The last two people who lingered near the shop exchanged uncertain glances and