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side, and we made our way there at an easy, steady pace.
"I thought I heard the dark thing you conjured up say that no one killed the Yellow Mage," said Ardrum
in a low, conversational tone as we walked. :
I glanced around, saw no one close enough to listen in, then took a deep breath. "The shadow said that
it saw no one murder him. It meant it saw no shadow of the murderer, so possibly the murderer threw no
shadow."
There was a pause the length of a heartbeat.
"Invisible," we both said at the same moment.
"But the murderer would have become visible the moment he attacked the Yellow Mage," said Ardrum
quickly. "A spell of invisibility is canceled the moment "
"There are more powerful spells that would not be broken by physical violence," I interrupted. "And
some devices will do the same. He could have stalked Snorri and ... shot him. He would not have
become visible."
The halfling almost came to a stop. "He could still be in the house, then."
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"No," I said. "I checked. I used some of my spells and saw nothing."
Civilar Ardrum frowned and took up the pace again. Ahead, I could see the buildings to either side of
the Singing Sword. Two doors to the west would be ... the old Full Sails. In the darkness I could barely
see the bare mast of the pinnace mounted on the flat roof of the two-story building. Fine liquors were
once sold in bulk there to caravans, ship crews, and adventurers who wanted something, and plenty of it,
to warm them on their voyages. Some of the liquor went bad and blinded its drinkers, and the owner had
fled Waterdeep. I had no idea what the old shop was now.
We slowed to a stop at the front door. I noted it had a simple string-and-bar lock, and a worn one at
that. The place looked dirty and little used. Civilar Ardrum unobtrusively walked the short length of the
storefront, looking up and down at the closed window shutters, then walked back to me and shrugged.
A board creaked inside the building. The sound came from the second floor. Ardrum and I both heard it
and froze, our eyes locked together.
The board creaked again. A footstep for sure. Ardrum motioned me back a step, tucked his watchman's
rod under his arm, then pulled a piece of wire from his pocket
and undid the lock with surprising deftness. I wondered if his childhood occupational interests had been
anything like mine.
Civilar Ardrum looked up at me for a second and almost smiled, then pulled his short-bladed sword and
used it to swiftly push open the door.
And we saw a previously unseen string attached to the back of the door. It pulled tight on a
wide-mouthed pipe mounted on a short pole just beyond the door itself. The pipe swung slightly to point
right at us. It clicked.
Agunne
The white shock of the blast imprinted itself in my eyes, the little watch captain's body silhouetted as it
was thrown past me, one arm flailing. I clamped hands over my screaming ears, deafened except for a
whine so loud as to stab me in the brain. Small objects shrieked past me, clanging off metal and wood
and rock and dirt. The top half of the door fell crookedly across the doorway. Dust whirled through the
night air.
I was deaf but untouched. The Unfailing Missile Deflector of Turmish was working just fine.
I staggered back and then saw Civilar Ardrum writhing on the street, his clothes smoking. He tried to
cover his face with his mangled arms and gave a brief wail of agony. I let go of my ears and went to him,
kneeling at his side.
The light-enhancing lens in my eyes let me see the half-ling's condition in perfect detail. I almost vomited.
He would be dead within the minute.
He turned his trembling face to mine. He still had one eye.
Very carefully, he raised a hand and pointed past me. He was pointing at the Full Sails.
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Go, he mouthed. Then he eased back with a sigh. His eyes closed.
A crowd had gathered. More people were coming. There was nothing else to do, so I got up. I turned
to look at up the Full Sails. Someone on the roof looked down at me, then quickly moved out of sight.
"No, you don't," I said to the figure. My right hand dipped into a pocket, pulled out a bit of leather made
into
a loop. Lifted by his own bootstraps, went the phrase. I stepped up to the building's base, spoke a
phrase, and cast the loop upward. It vanished.
My feet left the ground. I rose toward the rooftop, mouthing the words of another spell. I wondered
what the shouting people below thought. If they were smart, they'd be leaving about now.
The moment my eyes cleared the rooftop, I saw the bow of the little pinnace in front of me, what was
left of it after years of wear from the elements and youthful vandals. I also saw a burly figure not fifteen
feet away, holding what looked like a short Gondgunne. He saw me out of the corner of his eye, turned,
raised his gunne in one hand, and fired. A white flash spat from the barrel; my ears rang again from the
sharp thunderclap of the shot.
The bullet missed me, of course. I pointed my right index finger at him and finished the spell.
A long, slim missile zipped from my finger and struck the gunner in the chest, splashing as it hit. It
knocked the gunner off his feet. As he fell on his back on the rooftop, he began to smoke like a wet rag
on a hot iron stove.
As deaf as I was, I could still hear him scream. That acid arrow is a real piece of work.
I had pulled myself over the parapet and was mouthing the words to yet another spell when I saw the
pinnace move. It rocked as if something had thumped against it. I stepped away from it, then saw a figure
outlined against the starry sky, moving from the back of the pinnace forward, toward me. This guy had a
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