war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第108部分

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Otherwise；　you　wouldn't　be　here。　So　unless　you　perceive　something　in　our　manner　that　screams　spy　。　。　。〃
The　faux　moner　smiled。　〃You're　right。〃　He　turned　to　Houndaer　and　added；　〃They　smell　all　right　to　me；　and　if　they're　not；　I　doubt　a　little　quizzing　in　this　stinking　goblin　hole　will　prove　otherwise。　Let's　get　them　home　before　some　servant　of　the　clergy　es　sniffing　for　them　and　finds　us。　Either　way；　it'll　all　get　sorted　out　in　the　end。〃
For　a　moment；　as　the　power　of　Pharaun's　silver　ring　wavered；　the　drow's　mild；　civilized　tone　became　an　ore's　growl。　He　even　smelled　like　a　dirty　undercreature。
The　Tuin'Tarl's　mouth　tightened。　Pharaun　suspected　he　didn't　much　like　taking　advice　from　anyone；　his　panion　included。
〃I'm　just　being　careful…as　should　you…but　you　may　have　a　point。〃　He　turned　back　to　the　masters　and　said；　〃If　we　take　you　to　our　stronghold；　there's　no　going　back。　You'll　aid　our　cause　or　die。〃
Pharaun　grinned。　〃Well　spoken；　and　quite　in　the　spirit　of　a　thousand　thousand　conspiracies　before　you。　Whisk　us　away。〃
〃Gladly；〃　the　noble　said　with　a　mean　little　smile　of　his　own；　〃as　soon　as　the　two　of　you　surrender　your　weapons　and　that　cloak　of　pockets。〃
The　wizard　crooked　an　eyebrow　and　said；　〃I　thought　you'd　decided　to　trust　us。〃
〃It's　time　for　you　to　show　a　little　trust；〃　Houndaer　replied。
Pharaun　surrendered　his　piwafwi；　hand　crossbow；　and　dagger。　He　was　a　little　worried　about　Ryld's　willingness　to　do　the　same。　He　could　easily　imagine　the　warrior　deciding　that；　in　preference　to　entering　the　dragon's　cave　unarmed；　he'd　subdue　Houndaer　and　his　panion　there　and　then　and　wring　what　information　out　of　them　he　could。
The　problem　with　that　strategy　was　that　the　Tuin'Tarl　and　his　nameless　panion　might　not　be　privy　to　all　the　mystic　secrets　held　by　the　cabal　as　a　whole；　and　those　who　were　might　flee　when　the　two　emissaries　failed　to　return。　Thus；　while　the　masters　would　likely　succeed　in　forestalling　a　goblin　revolt；　they'd　miss　acquiring　the　extraordinary　power　they　sought。
Besides；　it　would　be　much　more　fun　to　join；　and　undo　the　rogues　from　within。
Apparently　Ryld　shared　Pharaun's　perspective；　or　else　he　was　simply　content　to　follow　the　wizard's　lead；　for　he　handed　over　Splitter　and　his　other　weapons　to　Houndaer　without　demur。
The　Tuin'Tarl　reached　into　his　pouch；　extracted　a　stone；　and　tossed　it。　It　exploded　in　a　strange；　lopsided　way；　tearing　a　wound　in　the　air；　a　gash　the　size　and　shape　of　a　sarcophagus　standing　on　end　and　the　color　of　the　light　that　swims　inside　closed　eyelids。
He　gestured　to　the　portal　and　said；　〃After　you。〃
Pharaun　smiled。
〃Thank　you。〃
As　easy　as　that？　Pharaun　thought。　He　was　experiencing　a　certain　sense　of　anticlimax；　which　was　absurd；　really。　It　had　been　astonishingly　difficult　to　get　this　far。
He　stepped　into　the　portal；　and　experienced　none　of　the　spinning　vernottigo　of　ordinary　teleportation。　Save　for　a　split　second　of　blindness；　it　was　just　like　striding　from　one　room　to　the　next。　The　only　problem　was　the　drider　waiting　on　the　other　side。
The　wizard　struggled　not　to　make　a　sound。　Still；　the　huge　creature；　half　spider；　half　drow；　a　bow　in　its　hand　and　a　quiver　of　arrows　slung　across　its　naked　back；　turned　toward　him。　Pharaun　had　no　fear　of　a　single　such　abernotration；　but　the　goddess　only　knew　just　how　elaborate　this　trap　actually　was。　He　whirled　back　toward　the　magical　doorway　just　as　Ryld　came　through。
Ryld；　who'd　slain　his　share　of　driders　in　the　caverns　surrounding　Menzoberranzan；　knew　that　this　one…a　hybrid　creature　with　the　head；　arms；　and　torso　of　a　dark　elf　male　married　to　the　body　and　segmented　legs　of　a　colossal　spider…was　larger　than　average；　a　robust　example　of　its　species；　if　species　was　the　proper　term。　Nature　didn't　make　them；　magic　did。　Somenottimes；　when　the　goddess　deemed　one　of　her　worshipers　insufficiently　revnoterent；　the　punishment　was　transformation　at　the　hands　of　a　circle　of　priestesses　and　a　demon　called　a　yochlol。
The　Master　of　Melee…Magthere　naturally　focused　on　the　venomous　aberration　as　soon　as　he　stepped　through　the　portal；　but　like　every　notpetent　warrior…and　unlike　Pharaun；　evidently…he　also　took　in　the　disnotposition　of　the　entire　area。
The　portal　had　deposited　them　in　a　large；　unfurnished　hall　with　a　number　of　openings　along　the　wall。　It　was　the　sort　of　central　hub　used　in　castles　to　link　the　various　wings。　A　couple　males　were　wandering　through；　and　while　neither　had　ventured　into　the　drider's　immediate　vicinity；　they　weren't　preparing　to　attack　him　or　flee　from　him；　either。　Nor　did　the　creanotture　himself　appear　on　the　verge　of　assaulting　anyone；　though　he　regarded　the　newers　with　a　scowl。