03 Waterdeep by Forgotten Realms

Author:Forgotten Realms [Realms, Forgotten]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-04-10T11:55:44.120000+00:00

Cyric stood before a small inn, his horse's reins in his hand. The inn was located in the barren prairie between Dragon- spear Castle and Daggersford. The tavern and lodge were in a stone building standing in the shade of six maples. The stable sat fifty yards to the west, its corral built over a small stream that provided a constant supply of fresh water. But the stream was now clogged by dead livestock, and the stable had burned to the ground. At the tavern, the sign of the Roosting Gryphon lay on the snow, half-burned and illegible. The shutters were smashed and splintered, and wisps of greasy smoke drifted out the open windows. Is there anything for me? the thief's sword asked, the words forming inside his mind as if they were his own thoughts. "I doubt it," Cyric answered. "But I'll look around." He and the sword - he thought of it as a "she" - had fallen into the habit of addressing each other as companions - even friends, if such a thing were possible. Please - anything will do. I'm withering. "I'll try," Cyric replied sincerely. "I'm hungry, too." Neither of them had eaten since stealing the horse from the six h apless warriors who had "rescued" Cyric. The thief suspected the sword was in far worse shape than he was. For the first part of their fast, the sword had used its dark powers to keep him from feeling the effects of hunger. After Dragonspear Castle, however, she had grown too weak to continue sustaining the thief. That had been two days ago. Now, Cyric's belly ached with hunger and he was lightheaded and weak with exhau s- tion. Both he and the sword needed sustenance. But there had been no chance to feed. After Midnight's attempt to kill him, Cyric had entered the tower, intending to chase Midnight and Kelemvor wherever they went. But as he started down the stairs, the zombies had emerged with the tablet. The thief had assumed that Kelemvor and Midnight had died at the undead creatures' rotting hands. He had turned to follow the zombies, determined to steal the tablet from them at the first opportunity. So far, the un- dead caravan drivers had not given him a chance. They had marched far into the snowy plain west of the road, where they would not be observed by passing caravans. Then they had turned north and started walking at a plodding, relent- less pace, and had not stopped since. Finally, because the caravan road ran northwest and the zombies had continued marching straight north, they had intersected the road near the inn. From a hiding place in the snow, Cyric had watched the undead raze the inn before resuming their relentless march. Although the thief was not sure why they had destroyed the tavern, he suspec ted it had been a mistake. By traveling so far off the road, the zombies were clearly taking pains to avoid detection. They had probably been instructed to kill anyone who saw them.

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