It took him many heartbeats to steel himself against the implications of both of those possibilities. Either way, he had likely forever lost a valuable tool in his quest to confront and kill his mother.
He thought back to the previous day, when he had watched the Shifter approach Draygo’s residence with an elderly Toril man in tow. He had thought then that the visit concerned the panther, and this seemed to confirm it.
“A druid,” he muttered under his breath, considering again the dress of the human accompanying the Shifter.
He looked at the empty cage. So what, exactly, had this druid done?
Effron realized then that he had to move quickly. Draygo Quick would learn of his visit, obviously, and the withered old warlock wasn’t known for his merciful tendencies. The tiefling was out of the castle in short order, not even bothering to hide from any of the other residents he passed along the way. When he crossed the courtyard and exited the great gates surrounding Castle Quick, Effron couldn’t deny the wave of relief that washed over him. He had called this place his home for many years, but now it brought him only dread.
But where to go? He thought that perhaps he should just head to Toril, out of the realm of shadows, and begin the hunt, though he had certainly counted upon having the panther as a bargaining tool. Should he just try anyway, without the cat, and pretend as if none of this mattered?
As with his choices regarding the two approaching warlocks in the hallway, and because of that very encounter, it came clear to him that the decision had already been made.
Draygo Quick would find him, wherever he chose to go.
Information alone would save him, Effron decided, so he set out with all speed to find that most elusive of Shadovar.
She was waiting for him, sitting on a bench set out in front of her modest home, amid her black-petal roses and dull flox. A small fountain sat off to the side of her, the water playing a rather entrancing tune.
Effron didn’t ever remember hearing the water song before and wondered if this was an added guard or deception put forth by the Shifter.
He looked at her-at the image of her that was probably not her-as he approached.
“It took you longer than I expected,” she greeted him. “Draygo Quick’s home is not so far, after all.”
“Draygo Quick’s home?”
“You just came from there,” the Shifter answered smugly.
Effron started to protest, but the woman’s smirk mocked him to silence.
“Were you going to steal her, or simply try to harm her that you might harm Lord Draygo by extension?”
“I do not know of what you speak.”
“And I am sure that you do. So where does that leave us? At the end of our conversation, I expect, so please leave.”
Effron felt as if the ground was rising up about him to swallow him where he stood. He desperately needed to speak to the Shifter, but her tone had left little room for debate.
“Where is the panther?” he pressed.
“I just told you to leave,” came her voice from the side, and the image before him shimmered to nothingness, a not-so-subtle reminder that she could strike at him from any angle she chose.
Effron brought his good hand to his face, feeling so very small and so very over his head at that terrible moment. He had thought himself clever, and daring even, for going into Draygo Quick’s private residence uninvited, and yet even this person watching from the side had him all figured out. If that was the case, how could he possibly avoid the falling axe of Draygo Quick’s judgment?
“You are still here,” the Shifter remarked, now from the other side.
“To steal her,” Effron admitted. A long silence ensued. Effron dared not speak further, and dared not move.
“Say that again,” the Shifter demanded, and Effron looked up to see her sitting comfortably on the bench once more.
“To steal her,” he admitted.
“You would dare to so betray Draygo Quick?”
“I had no choice,” Effron replied, his voice taking on a tone of desperation. “I have to get to her-do you not understand? — and I cannot hope to fight my way through her growing number of allies!”
The image of the Shifter looked over to Effron’s left, and he turned his head just in time to see a pouch flying through the air, moving back behind him. He spun with it, to see the Shifter, now appearing behind him, catch the purse. Effron spun back around to see her sitting on the bench once more, jingling the coins.
“You had every choice,” Draygo Quick remarked, coming out of the brush to the left, first in wraithform, then quickly becoming fully three-dimensional.
“Master,” Effron breathed and he bowed his head. He thought that he should fall to his knees and beg for mercy then, though it would surely prove futile. He was caught, by his own admission, and there seemed no road to freedom before him.
“Thank you,” Draygo Quick said to the Shifter.
“My work is done here?” she asked.
Draygo nodded.
“Then please get this broken creature far from my home,” the Shifter said.
Effron looked at her, his expression revealing that he was truly wounded by her harsh words. For he had hired her and paid her well, after all, even when she had failed him.
She returned the look with a helpless shrug, then simply vanished.
“Walk with me,” Draygo Quick bade him, and the old warlock started along the swampy road toward his home.
Effron fell in line, obediently behind him, until Draygo Quick waved him up.
“You actually believed that you could walk into my house and steal something as valuable as Guenhwyvar?”
“Borrow, not steal,” Effron replied.
“You would trade her to the drow to get him away from Dahlia,” Draygo Quick reasoned.
“I meant to threaten the drow with her destruction if he did not move aside and remain aside,” Effron replied.
“Did not the Shifter do exactly that in the tunnel outside of Gauntlgrym?” asked the old warlock. “And to no avail?”
“It would be different, I expect, if the one holding the cat had the means and intent to kill her before Drizzt Do’Urden’s very eyes.”
“So that was your plan?”
Effron nodded and Draygo Quick laughed at him.
“You do not understand this Drizzt Do’Urden creature.”
“I have to try.”
“Guenhwyvar is beside him at this time,” Draygo Quick explained.
Effron’s eyes went wide. “You gave her back to him? He murdered my father! He and his friends defeated us at Gauntlgrym! And before that, in Neverwinter! They destroyed the sword! You would reward an avowed enemy of the Empire of Netheril?”
“You presume much.”
The calm tenor of Draygo Quick’s voice stole Effron’s bluster.
The old warlock stopped and turned to face his former student directly. “The panther is my spy within Drizzt’s group,” he said. “I should like that to continue. In fact, I insist upon it.”
“Spy?”
“I know that you intend to go after Dahlia. I cannot stop that, foolish as it seems, but perhaps I was too hard on you. There are forces at play within your heart that are beyond my comprehension, and so I forgive you this transgression.”
Effron nearly fell over with relief, and shock.
“But I tell you this in strictest confidence, and on penalty of a most horrible death should you ever reveal a word of it,” Draygo Quick said. “Drizzt Do’Urden is a curiosity, and perhaps much more than that, and I intend to find out. He among others might well provide us with clues to important events that will affect the whole of the empire, and indeed, of the Shadowfell itself. I offer you one more chance, foolish young warlock. Abandon your quest to find your revenge against Dahlia at this time-perhaps in the future, if she separates from Drizzt Do’Urden, I will even assist you in destroying her. But not now. The issue before us is too important for petty personal struggles.”