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〃Really？ And their palace gives off such a salubrious air！ Ah； well； lead on。
Ryld did as his friend had asked。 Beyond the threshold was the clausnottrophobic nightmare he remembered。 Kobolds； goblins； ores； gnolls； bugnotbears； hobgoblins； and a sprinkling of less mon creatures squeezed into every available space。 Some； the warrior knew； were runaway slaves。 Others had entered the service of Menzoberranyr travelers who picked them up in far corners of the world； took them back to the city； and disnotmissed them without any means of making their way home。 The rest were descendants of unfortunate souls in the first two categories。
Wherever they came from； the paupers were trapped in the Braeryn； begging； stealing； scavenging； preying on one another…often in the most literal sense…and hiring on for any dangerous； filthy job anyone cared to give them。 It was the only way they could survive。
This particular lot had likewise learned to live packed into the mon space without the slightest vestige of privacy。 Undercreatures babbled； cooked； ate； drank； tended a still； brawled； twitched and moaned in the throes of sickness； shook and cuffed their shrieking infants； threw dice； fornicated； relieved themselves； and； amazingly； slept； all in plain view of anyone with the ill luck to look in their direction。
As Ryld had expected； within moments of their entrance； a pair of toughs…in this instance bugbears…slouched forward to accost them。 With their coarse； shaggy manes and square； prominent jaws； bugbears were the largest and strongest of the goblin peoples； towering over the rest…and dark elves； too； for that matter。 This pair was； by the standards of their destitute household； relatively well…fed and adequately dressed。 They likely bullied tribute out of the rest。
〃You don't live here；〃 rumbled the taller of the two。
He wore what appeared to be a severed goblin hand strung around his burly neck。 Drow occasionally affected similar ornaments； usually menotmentos of hated enemies； but they sent them to a taxidermist first。 It was too bad the bugbear hadn't done the same。 It would have prevented the rot and the carrion smell。
〃No；〃 Ryld said； tossing the bugbear a shaved coin； paying the toll to pass in and out of the house。 〃We came to see Smylla Nathos。〃
The hulking goblinoids just looked at him； as did several others creanottures。 A scaly； naked little kobold tittered crazily。
Something was wrong； and the Master of Melee…Magthere didn't know what。 He felt a sudden tension and exhaled it away。 Looking nervous was a bad idea。
〃Isn't this Smylla's house？〃 he asked。
The shorter bugbear； who still loomed nearly as huge as an ogre； laughed and said； 〃No； not no more； but she still live here 。 。 。 kind of。〃
〃Can we see her？〃 said Ryld。
〃What for？〃 asked the bugbear with the severed goblin hand。
The weapons master hesitated。 He'd intended to say that he and Pharaun wished to consult Smylla in her professional capacity as a trader in information。 It was essentially the truth； though that didn't matter。 What did was that he hadn't expected it to provoke a hostile response。
Pharaun stepped up beside him。
〃Smylla sold our sister Iggra the secret of how to break into a merchant's strong room；〃 the wizard said in a creditably surly Orcish rasp。 〃How to get around all the traps。 。 。 。 Only she left one out； see？ It squirted acid on Sis and burned her to death。 Slow。 Almost got us too。 It's Smylla's fault； and we e to 'talk' to her about it。〃
The smaller bugbear nodded。 〃You ain't the only ones wantin' that kind of talk。 Us； too； but we can't get at the bitch。〃
Pharaun cocked