Effron almost said something, but thought better of it. Eventually, Alegni turned back to him.
“They saw our reinforcements, it would seem,” Alegni informed him. “And so our sneaky enemies evaded the wall entirely.” As he finished, he flipped the sword in his hand and plunged it down into the floorboards. Alegni was on the second story of the inn on the hill, and the mighty sword drove right through, cracking through the ceiling of the room below him, and drawing a gasp and cry from the occupants.
“They could not come over the wall without being spied,” Alegni explained. “So they went under the wall.”
Effron looked down at the floor, not quite sure of what the hulking tiefling was implying.
“Under the city, where the waste drains to the river.”
“The sewers?” Effron asked, and crinkled his face.
“A fitting place for that traitor Barrabus, wouldn’t you say? And more fitting indeed for Dahlia; I cannot think of a better road for her to walk.”
“Or a better place for her to die,” Effron replied, but Alegni shook his head.
“No need. They have come for me. Barrabus knows where to find me.”
“Here?”
Alegni shook his head again. “They’ll not escape the sewers before dawn’s light,” he explained.
“The bridge,” Effron breathed.
“Go to our minions,” the tiefling warlord instructed. “Block every escape route from the bridge.”
“You intend to meet them?” Effron asked.
“I intend to enjoy this spectacle to the fullest,” Alegni replied.
“They are three to one against you,” the warlock warned.
“Are they?” Alegni asked with a wry grin as he pulled his sword out of the floor. “Are they indeed?”
“I would help you kill Dahlia!” Effron demanded, and even he was a bit surprised at the stridency in his tone.
“I suppose that you have earned that,” Alegni replied, and Effron held his stern gaze, but was truly relieved, having feared that his outburst would get him punished yet again by the merciless brute. “But first, you will help me to get her companions under control. If we are careful, we might get Dahlia alive.”
“She dies!” Effron insisted. The words surprised him, though, particularly the conviction he heard in his own voice. For a long time, he had been telling himself that he wanted to speak with this elf woman, wanted to ask her questions that only she could answer. But then, in the moment of truth, he had felt no sense of mercy.
“Eventually,” Alegni replied.
That thought, so obviously pleasant to Alegni, strangely had Effron off his guard. He wanted Dahlia to die-more than anything in the world, Effron wanted to be the one to deliver that killing blow-but now the notion of something more than simply killing her, of capturing her and torturing her…
It should have been a pleasant thought to him, and yet, surprisingly, it was not.
“Go!” Alegni said to him, and when he looked at the tiefling and considered the explosive tone, Effron realized that Alegni had repeated that command, likely several times.
Effron ran from the room, almost tripping down the stairs and almost running over a trio on the first landing, a man and woman dressed in nightclothes and the owner of the inn.
“Here now, is there trouble?” the innkeeper demanded.
Effron glanced back up the stairs to Alegni’s door. “Go ask him,” he said, and he laughed.
For he understood Alegni’s agitated state, for he shared Alegni’s agitated state, and he knew that if the innkeeper and these other two fools went up there to complain about the broken ceiling, Herzgo Alegni would cut them into pieces.
The eastern sky was just beginning to lighten, but already it was promising to be a lovely and memorable day.
“The sun is soon to rise,” Drizzt remarked from around the corner of the crawl tunnel he had entered. The others could barely hear him, for the sound of the rushing water echoed all around them.
“He will be at his bridge, then,” Entreri said. “He is always at the bridge at sunrise. He faces the sea to the west and casts a long shadow upon the river. It probably makes him feel dominant over the city, or some other foolish symbolism.”
Dahlia didn’t reply, didn’t even look at him, just started up to the tunnel, whose entrance was chest-high to her. To her obvious dismay, she had to back out immediately as Drizzt slid back to them. He came out feet-first, settling on the wider corridor beside them.
“Do you think you can get him through?” the drow asked the three former aboleth slaves.
The two bearing their badly-wounded companion looked doubtfully at each other.
“They don’t need to,” Entreri interjected. “I remember this region now. If they just follow this wider tunnel, they will find an easy exit, farther along and near the city’s northern wall.”
Drizzt looked at the assassin curiously, but Entreri didn’t wait to return that gaze and slipped up into the crawl tunnel.
“We go with them, then,” the drow said. “There are other dangers down here-”
“You go with them if you so choose,” said Entreri, who sat on the lip of the crawl tunnel, looking back. He offered his hand to Dahlia, who took it without a second thought, and sprang up without hesitation as Entreri pulled her into the small entrance beside him, even let her into the crawl tunnel before him.
“This is our chance at Alegni,” he said. “Likely our only chance to find him without a powerful escort.”
“We cannot leave them on their own.”
“I can,” Entreri replied. “Dawn is coming.” He glanced down the tunnel, and indeed, even though he wasn’t around the bend, it was clearly lighter in there. “And coming fast. Alegni will wait for it and then he will leave. We haven’t the time to travel underground all the way to the north wall and double back to catch him, nor could we exit up there and not draw the attention of a dozen Shadovar sentries.”
“They have no weapons,” Drizzt complained.
“Then give them yours,” Entreri growled back, and he started down the crawl tunnel after Dahlia.
Drizzt looked to the three humans.
“Go,” the man bade him. “Do what you must. You have done enough for us already, and know that we are grateful and will not forget.”
“We’ll make it out,” Genevieve added.
The drow rubbed his face and looked deep inside, seeking some alternative. Ultimately, though, he jumped up into the crawl tunnel and rushed along.
Had he known that Entreri was lying, that the assassin had no idea of the layout of this region, including the wider tunnel along which he had just directed the three, Drizzt might have chosen differently.
The crawl tunnel led to an old iron grate, with several of its bars torn out or twisted wide.
“I came through this very grate,” Entreri whispered to the others, but loudly enough so that he was heard over the melodic and continual song of the river beyond, “on my escape from the volcano.” He tapped one of the bars with his long sword, pulled it free at the bottom, and yanked wide out to one side. “My doing.”
“Apparently, the lava did more behind you,” Drizzt noted, for only a pair of the eight bars on the grate remained intact, and the one Entreri had indicated as his handiwork would not now allow the easiest passage. Black stone lay where once had been clear ground, narrowing the vertical height of the opening, and the river channel was tighter now because of that cooling lava rock, like natural levies, forcing the water up nearer the grate than in years past.
Still, it was not hard for Drizzt to slip though, using the grate itself as a hand hold as he came onto the riverbank.
The winged wyvern that marked Alegni’s bridge loomed above him and to his immediate right as he exited, the path to its entrance clear to see. A bit of brush along the bank provided ample cover for him to get to the base of the bridge unseen.
Though she was the most anxious to get on with this confrontation, Dahlia was also the last out of the tunnel and onto the riverbank, and she did not press the others to move more quickly toward the bridge.