Disclaimer: Lyselle Rython is a character created by the FanFiction.net author known as Virago. I do not claim any rights to this character, and I have been given permission to use her.

Minsc awoke with an aching bruise on his head. He sat up and examined his surroundings. He was in a dark and wet room, with walls made of a black stone. Chains were hanging from the ceiling and there were many bones on the floor.

Minsc sighed and gripped the heavy chains on his arms. He clenched his teeth and pulled. With a loud snap, the chains snapped. Thoroughly pleased with himself, he stood up and began fumbling around his pockets until his hand touched something warm and fuzzy. A squeak soon was heard. Minsc chuckled and pulled out Boo.

"Well Boo, it seems that Minsc has suffered another head wound," he said, rubbing his head, "and it seems that we've been captured again. I wonder by who..." He looked down at the rodent in his hands.

Don't ask me, it's eyes seemed to say. Minsc's eyes widened.

"But Boo, I need your guidance," he said, his eyes beginning to fill with tears.

Boo shrugged. Meh...

Minsc began to weep heavily.

" 'Ay friend! Good to meet a fine sod such as yerself," a tiny voice said from the darkness. Minsc gasped loudly and dropped Boo. Before Minsc could catch him again, the hamster scurried off into the direction of the voice. Minsc growled and chased after the hamster. After taking a few steps however, he tripped over something and fell flat on his face. He tried to scramble up, but his legs were being held down by something.

Snarling, he turned around to remove the caught ligament, only to find that it was being held by a very small gnome. Boo was seated comfortably on the gnome's shoulder.

"Boo!" Minsc cried and grabbed the hamster, tackling the gnome in the process. The gnome rolled around on the ground for a minute and then stood up. Minsc studied the gnome curiously. The gnome, sensing that he had attention, immediately began to jump around and dance.

"Who are you?" Minsc asked. The gnome giggled insanely and flopped on the ground.

"My name be...uh...Lobotomy!" the gnome cried triumphantly. A befuddled look crossed his face. "No, that's not it...let me think a bit, eh?" the gnome said, his hand scratching his short green beard. While the gnome was muttering to himself, Minsc stood up and began to look around for his equipment.

"I've got it!" the gnome screamed suddenly and loudly. Minsc turned to face him. The gnome had a wide grin on his face. "My name be Paithynalillyazmohades," he said smugly, "Call me Pait!" Minsc ignored this as he was momentarily distracted.

"Is that a tree growing out of your head?"

Pait grinned and patted the small oak tree attached to his head.

"Jealous? His name's Herbert. I talk to him when I get lonely," he chuckled at the look on Minsc's face. "Heh heh. Just kiddin'. His name's Bond."

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Quilik "Darkhammer" wearily stared the iron bars of his small, cramped cell. He'd been at this drow prison called Quindin'Yarr for nearly three days now. He'd had nothing to eat but moldy bread and he had barely any water to drink. It was pitch black in this place and even though his elven blood granted him infravision, there was no warmth in this place. He hoped that his astral projection had reached Jaheira in time, but he feared the worst. His musings were interrupted by a frantic call down the prison corridor.

"Stand your ground, men! Stand your ground!" the voice shouted. Quilik's eyes immediately brightened and stood up. He was immediately thrown to his feet by a massive explosion ringing down the hall. When the dust cleared, he heard light footsteps coming closer. They stopped, and a loud buzzing sound could be heard at his cell door. The buzzing stopped and something clattered to the floor. Quilik opened his eyes slightly and looked up. He smiled immediately.

"Lyselle."

Standing at the entrance of the ruined prison cell stood a young human woman. She was of middling height with long, auburn hair. Her blue robes swished and swayed as though a breeze had swept through the jail. For Lyselle Rython was a Bhaalspawn, but one not turned to the path of darkness. He'd met her traveling with the druid Cernd and discovered that, like himself, she had instead used her powers for good instead of evil.

"Aye. Looks like ye've got yourself in a bit of trouble," she said, smiling. Quilik chuckled a bit and, with Lyselle's help, stood up.

"What brings you to the Underdark?" he asked. Lyselle shrugged.

"Oh, the usual. Hunting drow, slaying dragons, busting half-brothers out of a magical prison," she said casually.

"All in a day's work," Quilik replied. Lyselle grabbed at his arm.

"Come," she said, "We must leave before more guards arrive."

Quilik agreed wholeheartedly.

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