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Jito shivered in the dark wet alcove in which he crouched. Tarin's blood dripped off his pack onto the ground beside him, but he hardly noticed it. He was too busy scanning the street front to see if they had managed to follow him, though he doubted they could see through the illusionary visage which he wore. An elven cleric of Torm could hardly be mistaken for the squat gnomish individual he truly was. He worried about the blood though, they could track him with that. No choice then. He'd have to take the advice of that beggar as truth. This very alcove would take him through to the Undermountain where he could, if he was lucky manage to find his way out to Skullport, the smugglers den. He should be able to trade a potion or two to catch a ship bound for Baldur's Gate or even Calimport ! As long as he got out of here. Curse that fool Yegmod. If she hadn't insisted that they try and expose the whole of the Zentarim operation in the city then the other three would still be alive. Did she not know how ruthless they were ? If only they had not stumbled upon the temple of Bane in the sewers. Of course Tarin said that the "dreadful curse of this evil place must be lifted, lest it spread above and corrupt all the people of this city"! Bloody paladins, they don't know when enough is enough. Well having no head is probably enough for him now. As he shook his head the image of the elven cleric's head also shook the symbol of Torm on it's chest swaying slightly. "I'm good at this," he thought quietly to himself, letting the image that he created from his phantasmal force scroll fade as well as the change self leaving the wet, dripping gnome plainly visible. Don't want to raise any of the suspicions of the dwellers of the Undermountain. He turned and went through the archway holding up the burnt out torch just like the beggar had said.

Levi reached up his mailed glove and tried vainly to wipe the rainwater from his eyes. It hadn't stopped since the day before. Jito had nearly got himself killed by careering off into the marsh full of violent lizard men. Still they were past that now. Maybe they could return and help out that fine paladin fellow clean out this area. If only he were one of Tyr ! Anyway, Guthranka was whom they had to be concerned now. On to Neverwinter to get her atonement. Only a week or so more, through the rain.

He didn't want to think about the trek across the land that Bert and Aldaron seemed dead set on. Apparently they needed to get Aldaron to a pass in the mountains that he had visited years before that he only remembered again now. Bert would delay getting to Citadel Adbar to see him safely there. Perhaps it was all due to what Bert had seen in Aldaron's mind. Aldaron has a brother.

He hoped that none of the orcs that Jito was so keen on seeing, would descend upon them. He almost felt too weary to lift his arm again and again to brush the rain away, let alone wield two swords in battle.