Disclaimer: Um.. K I don't own Drizzt, Guen or the Forgotten Realms.Just barrowing them for a bit. The Gnomish Mafia belong to Dustin. The rest if these freaks belong to me or friends. You know who you are.

Oh sorry about the freaky text. I don't know what causes it or why. I'm betting its something to do with me using an Imac.... Anyways, enjoy!-Kurai

Drizzt opened his eyes and to see Guen curled up around him. She seemed to think he was a good pillow and even better blanket. She started to stir nuzzleing his chest. She slowly opened one emerald green eye, still deciding on waking. ÒWe should get moving.Ó Drizzt said softly, trying to ignore the pouting cat-girl. She sat up, slowly stretched seductivily.

A few minutes later, the two were making thier way to the staircase. Guen still limping a little but followed not far behind Drizzt. He rounded the corner and stopped before continuing down.

The usual group of Makadorian miscreants had been replaced by a lone drow female, who sat quietly at the bar, picking through her breakfast. A scrony wizard, limped down that last few steps, trying to ignore the snickering drow. ÒThose little buggers messed you up good didnÕt they. WhoÕd a thought that gnomes could be so rough.Ó She said, still snickering. The wizard growled and took a seat at the far end of the bar away from the annoying female. Drizzt could not see to whom the female drow was speaking to. At the farthest end of the bar, in a nice dark corner slept the half orc from the night before with a female half orc asleep on his lap.

ÒNo more gnomes. Ever, Ò came the reply from the end of the bar. ÒSo, was it worth it? Ò ÒNo!Ó This caused the sorceress to laugh. ÒOk, let me get this straight. You made this deal with the gnomes and it failed miseriably from the looks of it and now you owe them and have the victem after you. Sucks to be you.Ó She pushed her plate away and turned her full attention the wizard.

Guen edged closer to peek around the corner. She narrowed her eyes and her ears flattened. Drizzt looked back at her. Neither needed to say a word. He knew then that the wizard was responsible for GuenÕs change. The ranger started to go down to the main room, but stopped feeling a tug at his cloak. ÒStupid little wizard.Ó Guen muttered under her breath. As much as she wanted to run down there and pounce on the little troublemaker, listening in to the conversation could prove more useful.

ÒWhat did you do anyway?Ó Ask the sorercess. The other simply grumbled. ÒIÕll wake Swifty and his girl and theyÕll beat it outta ya,Ó She grinned and pointed to the sleeping half orcs. ÔPlease, IÓve been beaten enough. Ò The wizard moved into view sitting next to the soreress, holding his hands up defensivly. ÒWill you leave me alone if I tell you?Ó The sorceress, looked up, catching a glimpse of Drizzt and Guen at the top the stairway. She was in mock deep thought. ÒUmm, yeah, IÕll leave ya alone, but I canÕt make any promises on the rest of my party. You know them. Might get bored with whack-a-gnome and decide skinny wizards are more fun to play with.Ó She smirked. The wizard groan agian. He was not having a good life. So he thought it best to start his sad tale and get the laughing over with sooner. ÒI found an old spell book at my parentÕs house. It was buried in a trunk. Turns out my great-great-great grandfather was a pretty powerful mage and had some really rare spells. So I found this one, only problem was it used a very rare spell componet, a solid black crystal. It had a really long and hard to say name that I canÕt think of right now.Ó The wizard stared.

ÒDamn!Ó Drizzt muttered under his breath. This was going to be harder than he had hoped.

ÒSo, I tracked down where to find the crystal and thatÕs where the gnomish mafia entered, Ò The wizard fidgeted and looked to the door half expecting more gnomish enforcers to march in. Ò It was a one shot spell and you used the entire crystal. What was the spell? I mean what was it supose to do?Ó Asked the sorceress, now very curious. Ò IÕm guessing you had no practice run.Ó

Guen saw the wizard nod.

ÒIt was called something like EmerathÕs Black Crystaliaztion Death. Ò This brought a snicker from the female. ÒWhat the hell kinda name is that?! OOh, lemme guess, it should have turned your target to black crystal,Ó still laughing. ÒOK, what then? Gonna take a new statue home? Maybe put it in the garden next to the birdbath?Ó She was still laughing.The wizard did not find this at all amusing. ÒWho were you pickinÕ a fight with anyway? WhoÕs worth going to the Gnomes about?Ó Ò A drow ranger named Drizzt DoÓUrden.Ó ÒA drow? Ò She shook her head. The wizard looked nervously at his breakfast companion. ÒNever heard of him.Ó She said after taking a drink.

Drizzt, at the top the stairs, fell back both shocked and relieved.

ÒWhat cave have you been living in?Ó Asked the wizard. ÒWhat wrong with living in a cave?Ó The sorceress said, eyes narrowing dangerously. ÒUm, just a figure of speech.Ó He hands went up defensivly agian, fully expecting a lighening bolt oor something else to come his way. She pointed a finger at the wizard. Oh great, he thought, a magic missile at point blank range. This is going to hurt. A spark shot from her finger, but nothing more. ÒDammit!( followed by an spring of other curses).

ÒEmrathÕs Black Crystalization Death...Ó Drizzt took a deep breath, Òbut why did it not turn you to crystal?Ó Guen shrugged and stared to stand. ÒMaybe because IÕm already an enchanted creature and linked to the onyx figurine. What IÕd like to know is why this form? ÒShe paced back toward the room as she spoke. ÒFlesh to stone ....Stone to flesh...Ó