Murder in Halruaa by Richard Meyers

Author:Richard Meyers
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction, Forgotten realms (Imaginary place), General
ISBN: 9780786905218
Publisher: TSR
Published: 1996-10-29T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

New Low Pryce

The next few hours were the longest of Pryce Covington's life. He was tempted to use the time exploring the grotto or returning to the Ambersong residence for a nap, but he knew he would have a very hard time exploring or sleeping with the weight of this investigation on his head.

So, instead, he waited a few minutes after Fullmer's departure, then slowly climbed the ladder out of the grotto. He tried to analyze any new information as he went, but the many "whys" he asked himself were answered only by "huh?" or "what do you mean?" or "I'm not sure I follow that."

When Pryce emerged from the trapdoor into the eating and drinking establishment, he found himself beside a thick leg attached to the rest of Azzoparde Schreders's burly body. The proprietor smiled down at him and offered a hand. "Get what you want, Master Blade? Eh, eh?" the friendly barkeep boomed as he lifted Pryce easily from the opening.

"Not yet," Pryce said, dusting himself off, "but I'm working on it"

It was late afternoon, and the crowd was sparse. Pryce looked over the bar to see Berridge Lymwich sitting at a distant table near the door, staring at him from over a glass. But instead of giving him a suspicious look, she had formed her thin lips into a knowing smile. Silently she raised her glass to him.

With one hand, Pryce reached down, took an empty tankard from a holder under the bar, and raised it sardonically to Lymwich in return. As he put it back, he used his other arm to nudge Azzo. The proprietor turned his solid bulk toward Covington with a low, rumbling "Hmmm?"

"Isn't Inquisitrix Lymwich on duty?" he inquired lightly, nodding toward her. Schreders looked over at the thin woman, who was no longer looking in their direction. Instead, she was looking out the front windows at the splendid Lallor afternoon.

Azzo shrugged. "She often comes in after the lunch rush." He smiled at Pryce. "Even inquisitrixes have to eat sometime. Eh, eh?"

Covington was distracted by the passing of Sheyrhen Karkober. He watched her saunter across the floor, then turn to wink at him. Then she placed a bill of fare on a table where the gaunt figure of Asche Hartov sat.

Well, well, well, Pryce thought. All the suspects in easy proximity, perhaps to overhear what Fullmer and I had to say to each other. The shapely serving wench and the lean mine owner spoke to each other for a few moments, then the beautiful blonde waitress walked back to the bar.

Pryce thought she was going to give Azzo the visiting miner's payment, but instead she leaned both elbows on the bar, bent forward to expose a generous portion of cleavage and said, "Mr. Hartov wanted me to say hello to you, Darling."

Pryce cocked his head to one side and was about to inquire whether the "Darling" came from Asche or her, but the waitress had already gone about her business. Meanwhile, however,

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