Aramil Galaedon dove to the side as mithiral fangs missed by mere inches. Breathing hard he dove under the dragon's belly and thrust his sword high.
Clang!
Even the might Charon's Claw refused to break through the mithral shell. At some level the elf was grateful. He had not been looking forward to hot mithiral scaling down his body.
One of the mighty beast's claws lashed forward pushing him out from underneath it. Aramil found himself lying down on his back as its massive maws moved in for the kill.
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Artemis Entreri awoke abruptly panting, as if had been in Aramil's place. It was the middle of the night and he should've gone back to sleep, but somehow he knew that wasn't an option. Mumbling to himself he moved to wake up Jarlaxle.
"What? Oh, what's the problem?" Jarlaxle said sleepily when Entreri awoke him.
"We have to go." Again the assassin had no idea why this was so urgent, it just was.
"If we're going to push this you will tell me why," Jarlaxle said simply. He didn't even bother to get out of his bedroll.
Entreri didn't want to tell him but the need for urgency felt strong. "I haven't got a clue," he said honestly.
Jarlaxle gaped. How could Artemis Entreri ever be completely clueless to something?
"We'll go, but only if you promise to tell me any reasons you manage to think of."
Entreri nodded and then the two companions set out.
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Callahan stared through the trees just trying to see the sky. Soon he would run away from this place. Soon he would join the ranks of the assassins.