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It was a dark night in the city of Luskan. A warm breeze blew through the streets, bringing out many people, some taking a stroll, others, plotting, scheming, and watching from dark alleys every person that was brave enough to walk by. Among these were two cloaked figures. One was nearly six feet tall, with long, wild, golden brown hair. The other figure was much smaller, but had the look of a person of many battles and travels.

"How do we go about this plan?" Fyodor whispered to his drow friend, Liriel Baenre.

Liriel flashed him a grin and pulled out two of her throwing spiders. The weapons were magically enchanted to bore through any thing they hit. "I'll take out the guards," She nodded her head towards a door being guarded by two minotaurs, "you slip inside and take care of anyone in there."

Fyodor nodded and slipped out of their dark hiding place. He broke into a run as Liriel hurled her throwing spiders at the minotaurs with deadly accuracy. The weapons hit both monsters in the chest and automatically began burrowing up through their ribcages. Fyodor slipped past them and kicked open the door.

Liriel grabbed her throwing spiders from the mutated bodies of the minotaurs and ran inside to find Fyodor battling a human guard. The guard quickly fell before Fyodor's onslaught, and both human and drow ran into the main hall of the building.

A curious sight greeted both of their eyes as they turned a passage. "I've been expecting you, Liriel Baenre," came a greeting in the human tongue. A drow stepped out from a shadowy corner and came toward them. He was medium height by drow standards, and had a long, flowing mane of white hair, and the standard red eyes. What caught Liriel's attention was his left arm, which appeared to be composed of pure diamond.

Fyodor, meaning to chop the stranger down without a thought, swung his sword in a downward motion at the drow's head. The drow calmly raised his diamond arm and intercepted the blow, not the slightest wince appeared on his face. "I have no intentions of harming you at all," the drow continued as Fyodor stared in disbelief at the undamaged arm.

"Who are you?" Liriel growled, crouching into a battle ready stance. Fyodor raised his sword again in defense.

"I am called Yen'rathe. I have come here to ask of your assistance." Liriel began to reply but the drow cut her off. "I do not have time for explanations. You will know everything in time." He reached up to his ear and tapped a device that was attached. "Shazzarra," he spoke "Bring us in."

An unseen voice spoke then. "Roger sir. Sending the recover signal now."

Liriel began to feel light headed, like she had drank too much firewine. She barely noticed that Fyodor had slumped into a sleeping postition on the ground.

"Fyod......" The drow stranger covered her mouth then and whispered, "Sleep now, Liriel Baenre. You will have your answers. Sleep..........."

Liriel didn't know why, but she didn't protest to his soothing words. His face became blurry as she felt herself slipping away. Not two seconds later, she was unconsious.

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