Dragonlance: Dhamon Saga, Book 03 - Redemption by Jean Rabe

Author:Jean Rabe [Rabe, Jean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-7869-3006-7
Publisher: Fanversion Publishing
Published: 2015-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

It was past midnight when Dhamon found his way back to the city streets. He was dripping—from sweat and the stagnant water of the tunnels—and the stench was overwhelming. He knew he must look a sight. His clothes were nearly burned off from the spawn’s acid, his legs were covered with scales, arms dotted with them, and there were now a few on his face. He’d passed a mirror in the hallway of the stunted tower, saw the spreading scales on his legs, arms, and throat.

Fortunately there were only a few brave souls wandering the streets this late at night, and all of them—including a pair of spawn—gave him wide berth.

He was hopeful that somehow Ragh had gotten Fiona out of the city, and though hours ago he wished the draconian had managed to kill Maldred, now he hoped the ogre-mage was still alive. He was going to need him for his plan.

The tavern was still open, and peering through a window, he scowled to see Fiona and Ragh still sitting at their table. The Solamnic Knight had her arms folded on the table, her head nestled in them and was sleeping soundly despite the racket from the conversations and clinks of mugs. Ragh was wide awake, and was watching Maldred converse with the sultry Ergothian form of Nura Bint-Drax.

Dhamon muttered a string of curses and went inside.

Nura made a gagging sound and waved her delicate-looking hand in front of her face in a show of warding off Dhamon’s stench. “Where have you been?”

Dhamon came closer, leaned over her shoulder, and whispered into her ear, “To see Sable.”

Her eyes grew wide. She abruptly stood, nearly knocking him over. “You couldn’t…”

“Sable’s all cozy in her lair. And she’s got lots of… treasure.”

“How did you…?”

“Get in and out alive?” Dhamon lowered his voice when he noticed all the conversation around them had stopped. “Luck, I think,” he said. “Sable was sleeping soundly, and I had the presence of mind to leave before she woke up.”

Listening to him, Ragh nudged Fiona awake. The Solamnic rubbed at the sleep in her eyes.

“Ragh, Fiona, we’re leaving now,” said Dhamon, grabbing them and heading for the door.

“Thank you, Rig,” Fiona said as she stepped outside.

Ragh was quick to follow her.

“It is too soon, Dhamon Grimwulf,” Nura warned. “We need to make preparations and develop a plan. It is too soon to disturb Sable.”

Dhamon slammed the door behind him and waited, waving away Ragh’s questions. Within a few moments Maldred and Nura joined them on the street.

The Ergothian pulled herself up and thrust a finger at Dhamon’s chest. “You are my master’s tool, Dhamon Grimwulf,” she said threateningly. “You’ll follow my orders from here on out. I’ll have no more of your—”

He jabbed a finger back at her. “I’ll have no more of you.” In a move that caught her completely off guard, Dhamon shouldered the glaive, took a step back and swung it at her. The blade whistled through the night air and sliced into where she’d been standing but a heartbeat before.

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