Dissension (Ravnica Cycle) by Cory Herndon

Author:Cory Herndon [Herndon, Cory]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780786957071
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2010-04-01T00:00:00+00:00

It had taken hours, but Crixizix had finally managed to dig a small tunnel down to Pivlic. The imp wasn’t sure how he had lasted even that long except for his absolute determination not to die.

The goblin crawled forward slowly, with exaggerated caution, determined not to bring down the remains of the Imp Wing Hotel and Tavern on Pivlic. The imp appreciated the caution but would have appreciated speed a little more.

“Hello,” Pivlic croaked. His throat was dry as sandpaper. “What brings you to the Imp Wing? Can I interest you in our special of the day, my friend? Imp paté. Real bargain.”

“Glad you’re still with us,” Crixizix said. “Don’t waste your energy. I’m going to get you out of here. I have teardrops, and there’s a pair of ogres ready to pull this column off of you at my signal.”

“But the town—”

“The town is lost,” the goblin said sadly. “Many are dead, but most of the townsfolk were able to flee. They didn’t seem too concerned with us. Too small, I think.” Something else even worse than the destruction of the township obviously troubled the goblin.

“Who wasn’t too concerned?” Pivlic said. “Have the stone titans set upon us? Have the dragons returned?”

“You’ll probably remember soon. If not, I’ll fill you in as soon as you’re free.”

The goblin wriggled beneath the pillar, pulling a length of strong rope behind her. Crixizix reached around the imp to pass the rope under the column, blocking Pivlic’s line of sight with her tattooed forearm.

“This won’t work,” Pivlic said, recalling the lokopede accident. “ ’drops can’t change the fact that I’m crushed. If you pull off the column, I will die.”

“I said don’t talk,” Crixizix said with gently chiding humor. The goblin was one of the more unusual members of the species Pivlic had ever met, possessed of a great deal of intelligence and a charming demeanor. The imp suspected she could make some Orzhov a fantastic agent if Crixizix ever chose to leave the Izzet. “So I suppose you’re a doctor now too?” Crixizix continued. “Baron-regent wasn’t enough for you? I told you I’m getting you out of here. Don’t you worry about a thing.”

“Is that what you told Kos?” Pivlic croaked. Pivlic hadn’t called many people friend in both word and thought, but Kos had been one of them.

Crixizix’s gentle grin took on a sterner cast, but she said nothing.

“Sorry,” the imp said. “Go ahead.” Crixizix nodded, and the grin returned.

The goblin released the rope and leaned back, allowing Pivlic to see the thick cord run past overhead, seemingly of its own volition. Crixizix leaned in close to Pivlic’s ear. “You’re right. Your lower body is crushed, and in normal circumstances I’d say it looks bad.”

“You shouldn’t go into nursing,” Pivlic rasped.

“Maybe not,” the goblin laughed hollowly, sounding less confident to the imp than she was putting on. Well, better false confidence than none at all, Pivlic reasoned. The imp saw the glint of reddish light from out of the corner of his eye, and heard the telltale clinking of teardrops.

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