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meager abilities.Ф
Tunevec, who was naked to the waist, toweled off his thin and muscular frame. He
held the towel out to Le'lorinel, who just looked at him with contempt, which
was usual after such a failure. The elf walked past, right to the trapdoor that
led down to the top floor of the tower.
УYour enchantment of stoneskin is likely used up,Ф the elf said with obvious
disgust.
Alone on the roof, Tunevec gave a helpless chuckle and shook his head. He moved
to retrieve his shirt but noted a shimmering in the air before he ever got
there. The half-elf paused, watching as old Mahskevic the wizard materialized
into view.
УDid you please him this day?Ф the gray-bearded old man asked in a voice that
seemed pulled out of his tight throat. Mahskevic's somewhat mocking smile, full
of yellow teeth, showed that he already knew the answer.
УLe'lorinel is obsessed with that one,Ф Tunevec answered. More so than I would
ever have believed possible.Ф
Mahskevic merely shrugged, as if that hardly mattered. УHe has labored for me
for more than five years, both to earn the use of my spells and to pay you
well,Ф the wizard reminded. УWe searched for many months to even find you, one
who seemed promising in being able to emulate the movements of this strange dark
elf, Drizzt Do'Urden.Ф
УWhy waste the time, then?Ф the frustrated half-elf retorted. УWhy do you not
accompany Le'lorinel to find this wretched drow and be done with him once and
for all. Far easier that would seem than this endless sparring.Ф
Mahskevic chuckled, as if to tell Tunevec clearly that he was underestimating
this rather unusual drow, whose exploits, as Le'lorinel and Mahskevic had
uncovered them, were indeed remarkable. УDrizzt is known to be the friend of a
dwarf named Bruenor Battlehammer,Ф the wizard explained. УDo you know the name?Ф
Tunevec, putting on his gray shirt, looked to the old human and shook his head.
УKing of Mithral Hall,Ф Mahskevic explained. УOr at least, he was. I have little
desire to turn a clan of wild dwarves against meЧbane of all wizards, dwarves.
Making an enemy of Bruenor Battlehammer does not seem to me to be an opportunity
for advancement of wealth or health.
УBeyond that, I have no grudge against this Drizzt Do'Urden,Ф Mahskevic added.
УWhy would I seek to destroy him?Ф
УBecause Le'lorinel is your friend.Ф
УLe'lorinel,Ф Mahskevic echoed, again with that chuckle. УI am fond of him, I
admit, and in trying to hold my responsibilities of friendship, I often try to
convince him that his course is self-destructive folly, and nothing more.Ф
УHe will hear none of that, I am sure,Ф said Tunevec.
УNone,Ф agreed Mahskevic. УA stubborn one is Le'lorinel Tel'e'brenequiette.Ф
УIf that is even his name,Ф snorted Tunevec, who was in a rather foul mood,
especially concerning his sparring partner.Ф 'I to you as you to me,'У he
translated, for indeed Le'lorinel's name was nothing more than a variation on a
fairly common Elvish saying.
УThe philosophy of respect and friendship, is it not?Ф asked the old wizard.
УAnd of revenge,Ф Tunevec replied grimly.
Down on the tower's middle floor, alone in a small, private room, Le'lorinel
pulled off the mask and slumped to sit on the bed, stewing in frustration and
hatred for Drizzt Do'Urden.