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ooking boy； perhaps a disfavored son from one of the lesser Houses； engaged a cobbler in conversation while a confederate opened his voluminous mantle to slip an expensive pair of snakeskin boots inside。 Male moners； obliged to lower their eyes to every female and step aside for every noble of either gender； pensated by sneering and swaggering their way among the creatures less exalted than any drow。 These latter were a motley assortment of beings…gray dwarves； the goggle…eyed fish…men called kuotoas； and even a huge； horned ogre mage from the World Above…bold enough to trade or even dwell in a dark elf city。 Lowliest of all； at least as numerous as the free but in their utter insignificance far easier to overlook； were the slaves。 Orc； gnoll； and bugnotbear warriors guarded their masters and mistresses； harried； starveling goblins fetched and carried for the merchants； and little reptilian kobolds collected litter and hauled it away。
Pharaun knew from occasional errands there that if this hub of notmerce had existed in one of the lands that saw the sky； it would have been exceptionally noisy。 But the Menzoberranyr； to keep their cavern from roaring with a constant echoing clamor； had laid subtle enchantments about the smooth stone floor。 Sounds close at hand were as audible as was natural； but those farther away faded and blended to the faint drone he and Ryld had heard while sitting on the brink of Tier Breche。
In the Bazaar； several of the magical buffers operated in close proximity to one another。 To newers； the effect could be a little disconcerting as a single step sufficed to carry them from whispering quiet to raucous noise； the full volume of an auctioneer's shout or a piper's skirling。
Happily； no such enchantments existed to suppress the smells of the marketplace； a glorious olfactory tapestry redolent of spice； exotic produce imported from the surface world and； alas； a little past its prime； mulled wine； leather； burned frying oil； rothe dung； freshly spilled blood； and a thousand other things。 Pharaun closed his eyes and breathed in the scent。
〃This is always grand； isn't it？〃
〃I suppose；〃 answered Ryld。
For his excursion away from Tier Breche； Ryld had tossed a piwafwi around his burly shoulders。 The cloak covered his dwarf…made armor and short sword； and its cowl obscured his features； but no garment could have hidden the enormous weapon sheathed across his back。 Ryld called the great sword Splitter； and while Pharaun deplored the name as ugly and prosaic； he had to admit that it was apt。 In his friend's capable hands； the enchanted weapon could with a single swing cleave almost anything in two。
Ryld looked entirely relaxed； but the wizard knew the appearance was in one sense deceptive。 The Master of Melee…Magthere was reflexively scrutinizing their surroundings for signs of danger with a facility that even Pharaun； who regarded himself as considerably more observant than most； could never match。
〃You suppose；〃 Pharaun repeated。 〃Is that just your usual glumness speaking； or do you find something lacking？〃
〃I do；〃 said Ryld。 He waved his hand in a gesture that took in the dinotverse throng； the stalls； and the maze of paths snaking among them。 〃I think the Bazaar could use some order。〃
Pharaun grinned and said； 〃Careful； or I'll have to report you for blasnotphemy。 It's chaos that made us； and made us what we are。〃
〃Right。 Chaos is life。 Chaos is creativity。 Chaos makes us strong。 I renotmember the creed； but as a practical matter； don't you see that all this confunotsion could serve as a mask for the city's enemies？ They could use it to smu