Author (Buffon)'s note: Well, then again thanks Neferit and Arabellaesque for your review : ). I'm going to jump certain parts of the dungeon, right when we reach Yoshimo. BTW I'm not good describing battle scenes

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I rather doubt that I shall own anything.

Sardion and his friends were out of breath, teleporting could have that effect, but what he experienced just before was incredible. Will never do that again, he thought ,a rueful grin passing through his face "Heh, why not a repetition, huh?" He asked. Jaheira looked at the bard reprovingly, Minsc, as always was too confused as to know why was his friend grinning. Sardion's grin widened, this time in joy, for his friends where still the very same, despite of the tortures. All except Imoen. Sardion's grin faded.

She was not hearing at his idiotic commentary. Her face was monotone, almost sad. Sardion approached to his best friend, and hugged her, she smiled at him: a little sad smile.

And a figure came out of the shadows, it was hooded and covered of leather, his face showing a relieved expression.

"So there is cordure in this madness, after all. Might I ask your names?" Sardion's eyes narrowed "Depends on who are you, of course" the man frowned "I? I'm Yoshimo! You have never heard my name?" Now it was time for Sardion to frown "Milord, I am a bard, so I would have heard of you".

Yoshimo's face winced in mock sadness "Why such cruelty, milord , I, who hasn't done anything against your health?" Sardion arched a brow, "What do you want? Why do you want our names?" he asked suspiciously. The man sighed "I need help, my friends, but I need to trust in my allies, and it is evident that you will not be the case."

Sardion nodded "Well, then sorry but I must continue my journey thtough this maze" Jaheira scowled "Yes, when do we finish our tour, sir?" she said, her voice drupping with sarcasm. Sardion gave her a mock reassurance nod "Don't worry, milady, we shall arrive soon to our destiny, just please avoid any goblin, mephit golem or any other thing that might be harmful to your health." he teased. Jaheira rolled her eyes, but kept silent.

The kara-turan was gone. Sardion and his friends went to the nearest and only door. Imoen opened it. Then a horror happened: it was place of portals which brought mephits.

Sardion's mouth went monotone, muttering some arcane words. Then, a spider web covered the mephits. That made everthing easier for Imoen, who threw arrows at the mephits with an amazing speed. Minsc swinged Sarevok's sword crazily, cutting down many mephits. Jaheira also went with Minsc, only that she used her head when she was going to hit, holding her quaterstaff tightly.

Then, Sardion went to one of the portals, his longsword in his right hand and his shortsword in his left hand. He hitted twice the portal, making it fade away. Then he dodged a mephit's fireball quickly.

Imoen threw a rain of arrows right to another portal, destroying it. There were two portals left. Then Jaheira , ducking three fireballs, went directly to the portal. Her staff hitted home, crushing away the portal. Then, a radiant mephit appeared out of the last portal, realeasing a colored powder which slept Jaheira down. Then, the mepthit jumped to Jaheira, slashing her legs. Minsc roared in rage and beheaded the mephit, demonic blood spilling out of of the neck.

Then, after killing all the mephits, Sardion saw a wooden table, rusty metals and switches all around. It is a torture table, thought Sardion, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Hard metallic chains covering a body. The slightly pointy ears of the corpse revealed a mixed heritage. The body was mutilated beyond belief, lots of blood coloring the table. The face, though horribly scarred, was still well enough to know the identity of the fallen. It was Khalid.

Imoen's eyes were trying to look anywhere but her friend, Minsc, tilted his head in respect for the dead. Sardion's face was a mask of sadness and cold rage. Then Jaheira woke up.

The druidess seemed confused by her friend's sadness. Sardion pointed mutely at the torture table, Jaheira seemed even more confused. Then she saw it.

Her husband, the man she loved with passion, the man who would give his life for her and viceversa, the man she was going to age with, was dead, tortured to death. Demacrated.

Hot tears rolled through her cheeks, her face was wincing in sadness. Words of solemn and painful veangeance were lost in the dungeon's dark corridors. Her beloved was dead.

Two deaths, two veangeances, two broken spirits.