war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第63部分

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onsiderably　fouler　than　the　unpleasant　smell　that　clung　to　the　Braeryn　as　a　whole。
Ryld　had　been　born　in　a　similar　warren；　had　fought　like　a　demon　to　escape　it；　and　he　felt　a　strange　reluctance　to　venture　in；　as　if　squalor　wouldn't　let　him　escape　a　second　time。　Unwilling　to　appear　timid　and　foolish　in　the　eyes　of　his　friend；　he　hid　the　feeling　behind　an　impassive　warrior's　countenance。
Pharaun；　however；　freely　demonstrated　his　own　distaste。　The　porcine　eyes　in　his　illusory　ore　face　watered；　and　he　swallowed；　no　doubt　trying　to　quell　a　surge　of　queasiness。
〃Get　used　to　it；〃　said　Ryld。
〃I'll　be　all　right。　I've　visited　the　Braeryn　frequently　enough　to　have　some　notion　of　what　these　little　hells　are　like；　though　I　confess　I　never　entered　one。〃
〃Then　stick　close　and　let　me　do　the　talking。　Don't　stare　at　anybody；　or　look　anyone　in　the　eye。　They're　likely　to　take　it　as　an　insult　or　challenge。　Don't　touch　anyone　or　anything　if　you　can　avoid　it。　Half　the　residents　are　sick　and　probably　contagious。〃
〃Really？　And　their　palace　gives　off　such　a　salubrious　air！　Ah；　well；　lead　on。　
Ryld　did　as　his　friend　had　asked。　Beyond　the　threshold　was　the　clausnottrophobic　nightmare　he　remembered。　Kobolds；　goblins；　ores；　gnolls；　bugnotbears；　hobgoblins；　and　a　sprinkling　of　less　mon　creatures　squeezed　into　every　available　space。　Some；　the　warrior　knew；　were　runaway　slaves。　Others　had　entered　the　service　of　Menzoberranyr　travelers　who　picked　them　up　in　far　corners　of　the　world；　took　them　back　to　the　city；　and　disnotmissed　them　without　any　means　of　making　their　way　home。　The　rest　were　descendants　of　unfortunate　souls　in　the　first　two　categories。
Wherever　they　came　from；　the　paupers　were　trapped　in　the　Braeryn；　begging；　stealing；　scavenging；　preying　on　one　another…often　in　the　most　literal　sense…and　hiring　on　for　any　dangerous；　filthy　job　anyone　cared　to　give　them。　It　was　the　only　way　they　could　survive。
This　particular　lot　had　likewise　learned　to　live　packed　into　the　mon　space　without　the　slightest　vestige　of　privacy。　Undercreatures　babbled；　cooked；　ate；　drank；　tended　a　still；　brawled；　twitched　and　moaned　in　the　throes　of　sickness；　shook　and　cuffed　their　shrieking　infants；　threw　dice；　fornicated；　relieved　themselves；　and；　amazingly；　slept；　all　in　plain　view　of　anyone　with　the　ill　luck　to　look　in　their　direction。
As　Ryld　had　expected；　within　moments　of　their　entrance；　a　pair　of　toughs…in　this　instance　bugbears…slouched　forward　to　accost　them。　With　their　coarse；　shaggy　manes　and　square；　prominent　jaws；　bugbears　were　the　largest　and　strongest　of　the　goblin　peoples；　towering　over　the　rest…and　dark　elves；　too；　for　that　matter。　This　pair　was；　by　the　standards　of　their　destitute　household；　relatively　well…fed　and　adequately　dressed。　They　likely　bullied　tribute　out　of　the　rest。
〃You　don't　live　here；〃　rumbled　the　taller　of　the　two。
He　wore　what　appeared　to　be　a　severed　goblin　hand　strung　around　his　burly　neck。　Drow　occasionally　affected　similar　ornaments；　usually　menotmentos　of　hated　enemies；　but　they　sent　them　to　a　taxidermist　first。　It　was　too　bad　the　bugbear　hadn't　done　the　same。　It　would　have　prevented　the　rot　and　the　carrion　smell。
〃No；〃　Ryld　said；　tossing　the　bugbear　a　shaved　coin；　paying　the　toll　to　pass　in　and　out　of　the　house。　〃We　came　to　see　Smylla　Nathos。〃
The　hulking　goblinoids　just　looked　at　him；　as　did　several　others　creanottures。　A　scaly；　naked　little　kobold　tittered　crazily。
Something　was　wrong；　and　the　Master　of　Melee…Magthere　didn't　know　what。　He　felt　a　sudden　tension　and　exhaled　it　away。　Looking　nervous　was　a　bad　idea。
〃Isn't　this　Smylla's　house？〃　he　asked。
The　shorter　bugbear；　who　still　loomed　nearly　as　huge　as　an　ogre；　laughed　and　said；　〃No；　not　no　more；　but　she　still　live　here　。　。　。　kind　of。〃
〃Can　we　see　her？〃　said　Ryld。
〃What　for？〃　asked　the　bugbear　with　the　severed　goblin　hand。
The　weapons　master　hesitated。　He'd　intended　to　say　that　he　and　Pharaun　wished　to　consult　Smylla　in　her　professional　capacity　as　a　trader　in　information。　It　was　essentially　the　truth；　though　that　didn't　matter。　What　did　was　that　he　hadn't　expected　it　to　provoke　a　hostile　response。
Pharaun　stepped　up　beside　him。
〃Smylla　sold　our　sister　Iggra　the　secret　of　how　to　break　into　a　merchant's　strong　room；〃　the　wizard　said　in　a　creditably　surly　Orcish　rasp。　〃How　to　get　around　all　the　traps。　。　。　。　Only　she　left　one　out；　see？　It　squirted　acid　on　Sis　and　burned　her　to　death。　Slow。　Almost　got　us　too。　It's　Smylla's　fault；　and　we　e　to　'talk'　to　her　about　it。〃
The　smaller　bugbear　nodded。　〃You　ain't　the　only　ones　wantin'　that　kind　of　talk。　Us；　too；　but　we　can't　get　at　the　bitch。〃
Pharaun　cocked　his　head。　〃H