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A/N: Thanks to the first three reviewers, Charlie, Kendris and Arabellaesque. Keeping your comments in mind.

Chapter 3

Wants and Needs

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By the time they reached the Government District, the party knew that they were particularly underdressed in that area. Yoshimo felt especially vulnerable, the groups' weapons and simple dress bringing unwanted attention while he was more comfortable with staying unnoticed in the shadows. The rich garments touted by the people of this district were of such variety and colour Pan thought that perhaps they were just really rich clowns.

The homes they passed were on such a grand scale that a few presented themselves as veritable mansions. The district was set upon a large broad uprising in the land so the view looking down upon the rest of the city gave a sense of empirical overview. The whole of Athkatla could be seen and the sense of empowerment that came with it suited the local residents just fine.

Looks of disdain were directed towards the party as they made their way towards a large building that dominated the area in front of a well-cared for garden square. It was huge, with two adjoining wings and a large domed top typical of Amnian architecture. As they approached the front doors they could espy two large statues, armoured warriors, forever vigilant by the sides of a pair of metal studded oaken doors three times the height of a human. Officials and citizens of varying rank were going in and out at a constant flow through the opening.

When they entered the building they found themselves within a massive room. Veritable mazes of desks were bunched together on one side and more great statues were dotted throughout. The center floor dipped slightly, in which government officials presided behind large tables stacked high with papers, long lines of citizens extending from them. It was a den of chaos, people shouting to be overheard or to have their arguments made while bored looking bureaucrats pretended to listen. Here and there, interns could be seen dashing around, hopes high that if they ran fast enough a promotion could be in the near future.

"… thinks I owe her 15,000 coin…"

"… listed as a castle…"

"… outrage, that those colonies think they can get away…"

"… been here since last week…"

Here and there snatches of news and complaints floated around, a symphony of social administration and bureaucratic complaint. All in all, the party had no idea where to begin.

"Heeeeee, this place sounds like my head."

Jaheira eyed the alchemist warily, "Perhaps we should ask someone where to get information on the Cowled Wizards."

Pan took this advice to heart, "Hello, you there! Cowled Wizards?"

The bureaucrat she addressed did not even look up from the stack of papers he was madly working on, "Back right corner, down the hall to the large atrium…"

"Thank you-"

"… need to fill out these blue forms," he continued, indicating to the papers on his desk, "and have them stamped by the Appointment Secretary."

"Oh. That sounds like fun. Where is the…?"

"Over there," indicating over his shoulder.

"Hmmmm. Maybe we can skip all this," Pan mumbled to herself, "Hello, you there again!"

This time the bureaucrat did look up, annoyance clearly etched across his face, "What?"

"I do not think you know who we are."

"I don't know and don't care."

"We… are the entourage to THE Yoshimo! You know, THE Yoshimo? Feared by all? You should know better than to keep THE Yoshimo waiting, so let us through."

"… Yeah, no."

Yoshimo slid up next to Pan, a nervous sheen on his face, "Ahhhh, Pan, could you, perhaps, you know, not emphasize my name so loudly, especially in this place?" his voice exceedingly anxious.

Pan turned incredulously to the thief, "What is the matter, THE Yoshimo?" her tone clearly emphasizing THE, "Is THE Yoshimo ready to make his presence known to be feared by all?"

The half-elf mage was quickly hauled away by Yoshimo, Jaheira and Minsc following leisurely. The bureaucrat merely shook his head, "Damn celebrities, think they can get away with anything."

Jaheira was dismayed by the long line in front of the desk that had 'Appointment Secretary' in large magical letters over the counter. Having no choice, the party lined up, preparing themselves for the long wait in which Yoshimo struck up a conversation with a merchant who was there to dispute a claim that he had to be taxed for getting robbed. It was nearly an hour before they reached the front of the counter where a young woman was stamping papers without a care in the world, the bored expression seemingly permanent on her face. By the time it was their turn their relief was quickly dashed when the young secretary told them that they need to get the green and yellow forms signed by the Schedule Officiator. Another long line awaited them.

Three bureaucrats, seven different forms and four hours later Jaheira had had enough.

"Argh! How does anyone get anything done here? It is a wonder this country hasn't fallen to chaos yet!"

"Calm down, Jaheira. We only need to get these three forms signed by the Administrator of Public Horse Shoeing… then these two by the Harbour Master Assistant's Assistant…"

Growling, Jaheira grabbed Pan and frogmarched her towards the hallway the first bureaucrat had indicated, Minsc and Yoshimo gladly following without complaint. The entire way down the hall no one bothered them to see if they had proper clearance to be there.

A sense of déjà vu was felt by the party when they entered the atrium. It looked almost exactly like the main hall except on a smaller scale. Pan practically whimpered at the sight of the ever present long lines and multiple desk and counters.

"Greetings," a brown robed figure said approaching them, "You are known to me. Or your deeds are known to those I serve. I think I should introduce myself. I am Madeen. I represent one of the masters of the Athkatla order of the Cowled Wizards. He seeks to employ you in a matter of some urgency."

"I am famous?" Pan asked incredulously.

"We did not come here for work, only answers," Jaheira said.

"I know not what questions you pursue or even of your purpose for being here. I represent one of the wizards, as I said, a master Tolgerias. Perhaps you could speak to him of what you seek?"

The group looked at Pan for a decision. The mage merely shrugged, "Two birds, one stone," turning to Madeen she confirmed, "Time for talking, where to?"

Madeen bowed low, "He will be most pleased. If you follow me I will lead to the waiting room of master Tolgerias."

Jaheira's eyebrow twitched, "Waiting room?"

Madeen led them off down an adjacent hallway coming up to an elaborately decorated greenwood door. They walked into a spacious room, padded benches on two sides opposite one another and a small table with an expensively decorated chair set in the middle. A large iron door was closed at the wall between the benches. The room already had one occupant.

"If you would make yourselves comfortable, master Tolgerias will see to you shortly," Madeen said, bowing low before disappearing behind the iron door.

With little else to do the group sat themselves down on the bench opposite the one already occupied. Mewling happily at the softness of the bench, Pan took a good look at the other fellow and was instantly intrigued.

He was a dwarf and an unhappy looking one at that. It looked as if smiling would actually kill him, the frown on his scarred face looking far more natural. He was bulkier than most other dwarves, the muscles on his arms like sinewy pipes. The dwarf had the look of an experienced fighter, indicated by his long grey braided beard and the worn-looking battleaxe at his side.

Smiling at the thought of making new friends, Pan decided to greet the mean looking dwarf, "Hello. My name is Pan, what is yours?"

He sneered, gripping his axe tighter, "Me name nay be o' concern o' yours, ye half-bred mongrel. Ye'd best keep yer trap shut, I not be in the mood tae banter wi' fools."

Pan's smile never faltered. "Eeeeee, I like the way you talk."

Before the dwarf could split the annoying half-elf's head open, Madeen swept into the room, "Master Tolgerias will speak with you now. Master Korgan, mistress Pan and company, if you would allow me to present, master Tolgerias."

The servant was slightly put off that neither company bothered to stand up in proper respects for his master. If anything, the dwarf's scowl only grew deeper and the half-elf mage's companions looked even more bored. The one called Pan did not even seem to be paying attention, her eyes darting back to the dwarf and around and humming to herself. Why the master would bother with such dregs is beyond me.

Tolgerias was a tall middle aged man, his light brown hair already greying on the sides. Like the dwarf the scowl on his face looked permanent. He was the kind of man that worked hard to get where he was at, a fact he often made obvious by the way he presented himself. Immaculate care went into his persons, from the neatly trimmed beard, fine robes and a perfumed fragrance.

Au de Gaut. Made from wyvern extract, oak berries and ferry flowers. Expensive. He still stinks so I do not like him, Pan thought, a frown immediately drawn over her face.

The Cowled Wizard ignored the seat in the center of the room that Madeen had grovelling offered. Instead, Tolgerias paced back and forth slowly between Pan and Korgan, not paying the least attention to the red-faced servant.

"I see Madeen has proven to be his faithful self, as usual. How do you do, my lady, considering the city is so harsh on strangers, eh? And how are you, my dwarven mercenary? Are you up to the task Madeen has recruited you for?"

"Ach, I be up to any task, wizard, but it best be worth me bloody time. Ye've got a lot o' explainin' tae do, 'fore I rather split me axe in yonder fool's skull. Me mood be murderous as of now, goin' through all that damnable paperwork jes' tae be sittin' here fer another bloody hour."

"What is going on here wizard? We came here under the assumption that you would answer our questions, we know nothing about performing any tasks." Jaheira spoke up.

"Oh, I had thought that perhaps Madeen has let slip a little of what this is about? No? Hmm. Well, yes, I do have something I would like you very much to do, if you'd care to hear it."

"I do not think so. Yoshi said that we would find out where Imoen is and I do not feel like doing any other chores for now," Pan replied, the others also rising up to leave.

Tolgerias smiled, though the humour was vacant from his hard green eyes, "If that is your decision, so be it… though how you expect to get any information for free in Athkatla, please, enlighten me."

Pan paused, her hand on the door handle. Tolgerias continued, "You don't really think you can find your friend Imoen or the mage Irenicus on your own, do you? I am sorry, my lady, but the City of Coin cannot afford to give away such precious information frivolously. Go ahead and ask around but I assure you, you and your lot will get nowhere closer unless you deal with us directly. The Cowled Wizards do not answer to ones such as yourselves unless there is a beneficial… exchange involved."

Yoshimo filled in, "We scratch your back and you scratch ours."

The Cowled Wizard grinned nastily, "More like, be a good doggy and we'll let you have a treat."

Insulted, Jaheira and Minsc took threatening steps forward, hands on their weapons. They halted when Pan raised an arm, her expression telling how much she did not really want to do this.

"If we do what you ask, will I get Imoen back?"

The wizard's eyes widened a bare fraction unnoticed by everybody else except Yoshimo. His words are hiding something.

"If you perform the task, then the matter shall be resolved."

Pan shook her head, "Nuh-uh, too vague. I want to know where she is and I want her back."

Tolgerias focused his gaze upon the wide-eyed half-elf. "Hmm, there seems to be a grain of truth in the rumours about your unconventional… wisdom. So be it, upon completion of this task, all information regarding the apprehended magical deviant known as Imoen shall be available to Pan to be used at her discretion. As an added incentive to get the job done sooner we will offer you an item of substantial magical power as well as a good deal of gold coin. But first, I must have your word on the matter before I continue."

Before the party could voice their concerns, Pan answered immediately, "Okay."

"Pan, do not just rush in, you must think on this first!"

"I don't think it is wise to not consider other options."

"Ach, I donnae need ye tae be cuttin' in tae me reward!"

Pan kept her gaze on the Cowled Wizard, shrugging apologetically, "How bad could it be? We do this and we either get Imoen or we get the money to get Imoen. It is a sure bet, eh?"

"Pan, every time you say it's a 'sure bet,' we end up gambling with our lives."

"Yes. Exciting, huh?"

Tolgerias made his satisfaction clear, "Excellent. Your agreement means that the Cowled Wizards shall hold you to your word. This matter must be handled with discretion and expediency."

An angry Korgan questioned, "Are ye tellin' me that I'm tae be replaced by these snot-nosed idjits? Have ye not met this crazy half-bred mongrel?"

"Calm yourself, dwarf. I did not request you here simply to waste your time. I am quite confident that your axe will be of great assistance to Pan and her party-"

"That can't be good," Yoshimo whispered aside to Minsc.

"- and I assure you that the reward will be large enough to satisfy even your expectations."

That was not the answer the dwarf wanted to hear. Korgan glanced at Pan, who grinned and waved madly at him, "Eeeee, welcome aboard, Killer Korgan! Can you talk some more, please?"

"Killer Korgan? Shut yer gob, ye wankin' welch! An' what be wrong wi' the way I speak?" the berserker dwarf ground out.

"Eeee, so funny."

"Now that our contracts are made clear, to the job at hand," Tolgerias said, not caring about Korgan's problem with Pan, "There is something that has been plaguing us for more than a week, now, and has become quite alarming. You know of the prevailing attitude against magic here in Amn, yes? Well, amongst some it is even worse than that... a burning, palpable hatred."

"Ohhh. That is so sad. Why cannot we all just get along?" Pan whispered, sounding genuinely distressed.

"Ahem, yes… well one particular man here in Athkatla has murdered two of our number in cold blood. He is currently in hiding, and we need you to track the fellow down. We have been unable to do so, much to our frustration. Cowled Wizards cannot be assaulted without repercussions or it will lead to... serious problems."

"So the Cowled ones are not as powerful as they presume themselves if they cannot apprehend one single man themselves, right?" Jaheira said sardonically.

"Hah! Ye got that right, tree-thumper," Korgan leered, earning a vicious glare from the druid.

Pan asked airily, lost in thought once again, "That is it?"

"Simple is it not? Especially for those of you with your… professional talents," Tolgerias said, eyeing Yoshimo and Korgan specifically, "The criminal's name is Valygar Corthala, last son of a wealthy family and a true brute. Ask around and you may discover if he is hiding within the city or someplace else. He has a home in the Docks district, or he may have fled to the Umar Hills. His friends and servants will not speak to us, but they may to you. There is nothing I can think of. Perform your promised task, and the Cowled Wizards shall be pleased."

"Do you want us to spank him? Slap his hands? Give him a bath? Oooh, you want us to give him a timeout, right?"

Tolgerias looked at the alchemist curiously, "No, nothing so… minute. Neither do we ask that you commit anything so drastic such as murder. We wish Valygar be delivered to us, that is all. However he will likely resist, so if you must kill him so be it."

Jaheira whispered into Pan's ear, "While surely all murderers must be brought to task, I wonder what manner of justice the Cowled Wizards would apply. It is something to consider."

Pan nodded. They probably give timeouts like Gorion used to do. But he only did that whenever I do something really, really, really bad. Oooh, Valygar must have been a real bad boy! Pan giggled slightly at the thought.

Tolgerias spoke on, "But if you do kill him, I simply must have his body. Valygar must be delivered to us whether he is dead or alive, you understand, yes?"

Pan scrunched her face slightly at the thought, "Ewww. You want us to drag a dead body along with us? Like a backpack? Whenever I kill people I only touch their carcasses to hide them, not to travel with. Yucky!"

"Whatever your grievances, you gave your word, so I expect nothing less. I await the sight of this murderer's body soon."

"Ummm, are you sure you would not rather prefer us to bring back a fresh batch of hair growth potion? I can make it real good with some of his toenails."

"…No. Just bring the body. I want it. Whole."

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After the meeting with Tolgerias, the party made their way out of the Council of Six building, the sun positioned at late afternoon.

"Mmmmm, still warm… need a nose warmer. And a monkey," Pan murmured, hugging herself.

Korgan eyed the half-elf mage distastefully. He thumbed the edge of his axe, mulling over how quickly things had spun out of control. All in a tenday too. First he was nearly poisoned by the food at an inn run by a woman who seemed hellbent on purging Faerûn of all its males. Then he nearly got himself killed taking on Shagbag and the rest of his old party for betraying him out Pimlico's reward money.

The berserker chuckled at the memory of the snivelling backstabber begging for his life. No one cheats Korgan Bloodaxe and lives. At least not that much longer. He had picked the money off their dead carcasses, dismayed that the louts had already spent nearly all the reward. How dare they! That was supposed to be his drinking money. In fact, all he found was barely enough to pay a priest of Ilmater for healing his wounds from the battle. When that grovelling servant of the wizard set him up with this job he had no idea how bloody frustrating it would be just to talk with that bastard. Seven hours of his life, gone! If it had not been for all those guards he would have gladly gutted that simpering Madeen right then and there. Now to top it all off, he has to share a bounty reward with this new crew of strangers.

It just has not been his day.

As for that wizard, Korgan thought, hah! It would take a complete fool not to see that he was hiding something. He glanced at Pan who was currently spinning around on one spot, giggling uncontrollably. I rest me case.

He had no idea why these people bother towing around such a burden. Though he had to admit, it was pretty cunning of them to bait the Cowled Wizard into thinking that someone foolish like her actually led the group.

Korgan eyed the rest of the party. The huge ranger was addled, even by his standards. And was he talking to a bloody hamster? As for the druid, Korgan sneered. Uptight wench who would probably rather dress up in leaves than the gear she was currently donning. Though now that he thought about it, he would not mind seeing her like that. A whole band of people he would rather not be adventuring out with, especially on a task such as this.

The dwarf had heard of this Corthala. A bloody fine fighter, if rumours were true and probably not an easy prey to take down. There was something more to this and the Cowled fool was definitely holding them out on a bigger prize. A prize he had absolutely no intention of sharing with these idiots. No way was he going to let a catch like this slip through his fingers, he had enough and it is time to get paid. A reward split between just one person instead of several others sounds much more appealing. He wanted to be that one person.

The dwarf decided to test the waters. Korgan looked at the bounty hunter, the only one who seemed more akin to his liking, the type that pulls the strings behind the curtain, so to speak. Strolling up to Yoshimo, he voiced what he was thinking, "A hunt fer a bounty, is it? Pfeh... I wonder why the wizard gives us so much background. Lies, all of it, I have little doubt. Perhaps if we figure out why they want this man, we'll have more treasure, yet..."

Yoshimo looked down on the dwarf, shrugging, "Be as it may, Korgan, the actions we partake are entirely up to Pan."

"Hah! Ye cannae fool me, pup. I knows who really leads this ragtag bunch o' miscreants."

"And I'm telling you, our newfound dwarven ally, that I follow Pan."

Korgan's jaw dropped, sputtering, "What? Are ye tellin' me the decisions o' this group o' guppies are seriously made by… h-her? Her shoes be on the wrong feet!" pointing at Pan who was currently sitting atop Minsc's shoulders and screaming something about being king of the world.

Yoshimo replied nonchalantly, "Made by her, yes. Made seriously, no."

The dwarf could not believe it, "But she crazy!"

"Who better then, to lead us?" Yoshimo parted, grinning away.

Korgan was godsmacked. The cherry on top of the tenday.

"Heeeeee, Killer Korgan, are you impersonating a fish? I can do those too, you know. Look, see how well I do it. Seeeee? Okay, now guess what I am now. Come on, look at meeeeee. I am an otyugh now. See?"

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The party was back at Waukeen's Promenade, Korgan in tow. The dwarf became extremely disgruntled having learned that they followed a screw-loose tart though the threat of her lashing out due to instability made him keep his comments to himself. They were standing near one of the entrances deciding their next move. Pan wanted to start looking immediately but Jaheira tried to reason with her.

"Why not Jaheira? The sooner we find him, the sooner I will get my potion kit… wait, I mean rescue Imoen, kill Irenicus then get my potions kit… then hatch a baby dragon."

"From the sound of it, this Valygar character may not even be in the city. We would have to travel the countryside and we are not equipped to perform such a task. We will need supplies and if what Korgan says is true, better equipment to deal with any violent actions."

"Minsc and Boo are all the equipment we need!"

"Of course you are, Minsc, but Pan will need some better gear than the clothes she wears. You cannot be around her all the time when things become chaotic."

"Ah, Boo says that you speak wisely. Not that you don't already but you are still very wise."

"Ach, ye've got tae be kiddin' me."

Pan looked slightly bothered by something. Jaheira noticed this and asked, "What is wrong, child?"

"It is just… how can we spend money, when we need to collect a lot of it? We do not have that much," adding a bit grudgingly, "Like you said when I wanted to buy that Khelben's Khemistry Kit. With a lifetime warranty."

Jaheira gave a small smile, "We must consider our priorities, Pan. We will do Imoen no good if we are slain simply because we were too frugal to buy proper armour or if we starve ourselves without purchasing food. Besides, the little that we have hardly matters in comparison to the greater sum we must achieve."

The alchemist nodded in understanding, "Ohhhh. I get it. It is kind of how you always tell me about wants versus needs. I need to get Imoen more than I want a pretty pony."

"Exactly."

"I need that potions kit?"

"Nice try."

"Oh! How about I need to kill Irenicus instead of how I want to butcher his innards out, make him eat them and have him scream for all eternity?"

"…."

Yoshimo put forth his idea, "Perhaps it would be more beneficial if we were to split our current resources, neh? Not all of us need to purchase supplies, the rest can seek information from our quarry's home in the Docks District, an area I am coincidently familiar with."

Jaheira nodded in agreement, relieved that there was at least one other level headed person in the group, "That would be fine. I will stay here with Pan and we will gather what we need-"

"Oooh, shopping! Aisle 5!"

"-You and Minsc will see what you can find at the home. Is there anything particular you two would wish for us to be on the look for?"

Yoshimo indicated his near empty quiver, "Some arrows would do."

Minsc rubbed his shiny head, "I am fine though Boo recommends that Jaheira should get some armour. It is too bad not all brothers and sisters of the wood are as tough as Minsc, though hardy Jaheira is still pretty fierce, or else evil would never dare sniff where we step!"

"Do not worry, I can take care of myself. Anything else?"

The bounty hunter and ranger's reply was instantaneous, "Things we can eat!"

Pan sighed, "I want to go see the fishies."

Confused, Jaheira asked, "At the docks?"

"Yes. The ones here stink. And they do not jump through hoops, they just lay there on ice," the alchemist indicating the merchant selling the catches of the day behind them.

Yoshimo grinned, "Don't worry, Pan-chan. You will not be missing out on any water shows while we are there. In fact I'm pretty sure there won't be any today anyways."

"Are you sure?"

"Most positive."

"Heeee, so sweet."

Shaking her head, Jaheira glanced towards Korgan who was standing to the side, his frown ever present, "What about you, dwarf?" not bothering to hide her displeasure at his company, "Who do you wish to accompany?"

Korgan scoffed, "What do ye think, tree-thumper? I'll not stick around waitin' for yonder airhead tae blow up 'alf the market."

"So be it. Try to refrain from unnecessarily spilling any blood."

"Whatever you say, ma'am," the sarcasm thick in his reply.

"Oh, but if you do, could you bring me back some samples?" Pan asked.

Korgan and everybody else looked at her strangely, "Uh… sure…"

Afterwards as the group parted ways and even though it was only to perform their tasks, Pan bid them a boisterous farewell, "Goodbye! See you later! Byebyebyebyebyebyebyebye! Good night! Good morning! Step on the bedbugs! Bye Yoshi! Bye Minsc, take care of Killer Korgan for me!"

Over the din of the market, Minsc and Yoshimo's laughter could be heard accompanied by Korgan's flurry of cursing. Keeping a close eye on the alchemist, Jaheira directed them through the throng of stalls and shops. The bustle of activity and the exotic aromas drifting about reminded the druid of her time in Tethyr. She closed her eyes as she breathed in the scents, memories focussing from the back of her mind. Times when she grew up amidst the druids of Tethyr, the distant lands of home and the travels with…. Quickly shaking her head from these thoughts, Jaheira refused to allow herself to fall into nostalgia.

It would only lead to… fresher more painful ones.

"Pan, put those down, we do not juggle with knives!"

The next few hours kept the druid busy enough from reflecting on the past. Between haggling with merchants, arguing with swindlers and keeping Pan from breaking everything, the time just flew by.

"Eeeeeee, look at the neat little jars of pickled broccoli. Did you know that you can make an excellent goblin aphrodisiac from this with only aluminium, pig nipples and a potion of explosions? See, all you have to do is…"

Jaheira left Pan conversing with the bewildered and very afraid vendor, to calculate how much of what remained of their money. She was satisfied that she had done a good job making their coin reach far for them. The combination of shrewdness, pure stubborn will and the occasional glare made many a merchant agree to Jaheira's side of the deal.

In addition to the provisions needed to make a long journey, including food, cooking utensils, flint and tinder, blankets and tents, she also managed to procure two quivers full of arrows, rope, leather strips, some extra knives, weapons polish and a few small potions of healing.

What really pleased Jaheira was the 'complimentary' delivery service she acquired from each merchant that sold her supplies. Apparently, just mentioning Mrs. Patricia's name was enough to put the fear in the merchants to immediately send a runner to deliver the recently bought supplies for holding at the Den of the Seven Vales.

Jaheira chuckled, Bless that woman and all that she stands for. However, even despite the considerable amount of money she had saved while bargaining, they still only had enough for a few other items, and they had to be cheap. More than once, Pan and Jaheira would look longingly at robes, weapons and armour that were far beyond their means.

Feeling the handle of the scimitar by her side, Jaheira thought of what weapons and armour would be best for them now. Minsc had the Sword of Chaos and a usable though slightly battered dress of chainmail they had found in the same area as her scimitar. Yoshimo already was equipped with leather armour, a bow and though she had yet to see it in action, a perfectly serviceable katana. Korgan looked like he did not need any heavy armour, the attack of his battleaxe probably the only defence he needs. All in all, they were well armed though lightly armoured, not enough for any major confrontations but able to handle themselves.

Actually, why is it only the men who are well equipped? she thought wryly, probably because they're the ones who need all the help they can get.

That just left her and a battle-naked Pan. Though the blade she currently possessed was of sound quality, she could not help but feel more comfortable if it was at least enchanted. She made a mental note of one that caught her eye at one weapons smith's shop, softly shimmering blue and light as a feather.

Still she already had a weapon, what she needed was some armour or at least a good stout shield. As for Pan, all they can really get for her was a weapon, since even a decent set of magical robes would still cost far too much.

Seeing that Pan had not wandered too far off, Jaheira stopped at a small stall, examining a quarterstaff, testing its straightness. This should suit Pan. And it would be best if we keep her away from-

"Aaaaaah!" a high pitched screech cutting through the druid's thoughts.

Silvanus, give me a break.

Pushing her way through curious bystanders, Jaheira came across a scene she had more or less been expecting. A rather short human was cowering behind the counter of his stall set up in front of a large stone column that had an assortment of knives and other sharp objects laid on it, the top of his balding head visible and clearly shaking. However it was what Pan was doing that she was not expecting, causing her a sharp intake of breath.

Pan was staring severely at the man, her slim figure standing still though her presence actually felt more encompassing to all those watching. Pan was snarling, her cherry red hair looking far more bloodlike than it should, her light brown eyes glowing noticeably brighter. Her right hand was raised, palm up and as Jaheira looked closer, she could see the faint beginnings of crackling energy. Thankfully they were in the middle of the promenade and out of sight of the guards.

Alarm flooded through Jaheira. Pan was ready to kill.

"Pan, stop! What are you doing?"

Immediately, as if snapping awake from a dream, Pan calmed down and Jaheira could feel the threatening presence recede back into the mage. Her eyes returned to normal dazedness and she looked at the druid, puzzlement clearly reflected in them. Pan's answer did nothing to placate Jaheira.

"What do you mean, what am I doing? I am going to kill this man," Pan spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Unfamiliar dread dropped into the druid's stomach, her next question filled with caution, "Why?"

"Because he is Gilbert! This man… this man is Gilbert!"

The dread was soon replaced by relief and at the same time, sorrow. Oh, this again, Jaheira thought regretfully.

Warily, the druid knew she still had to calm Pan down, the mage still breathing heavily, "Pan, this man isn't Gilbert."

"What are you talking about? This is Gilbert!"

"No, child. He is not. Look carefully."

"She's right, she's right! I'm not Gilbert! I don't even know Gilbert! I'm not, I'm not, so pleeeeeaaasssse don't kill me!" the man wailed.

Pan narrowed her eyes at the man. "You are not?" she asked suspiciously.

"I'm not Gilbert! See? See? C'mon, look at me, I don't wanna diiiiieeee," he cried, uncovering his head and giving them a good look at his face, which looked pitiful with the red eyes and running tear stains.

Jaheira carefully put her arm around Pan who deflated after seeing that the man was telling the truth. "See, Pan. I told you that he isn't Gilbert. You must learn to control your bloodlust. I've told you, you won't ever see him again," the druid said soothingly, gently rubbing the younger half-elf's back.

"Are you sure?" Pan asked quietly looking down, her face hidden behind her hair.

"Most assuredly," Jaheira confirmed, keeping the doubt out of her voice.

By now the crowd had dispersed, slightly disappointed that an encore presentation of the battle that happened five days ago was not going to happen. Soon only Pan, Jaheira and the still trembling man remained standing there. Sighing, Pan straightened herself, all traces of the murderous girl gone. The druid eyed the girl carefully, satisfied that she was back to her loopy self. If there is one thing Jaheira was glad about these episodes is that they never last long.

Thinking he was safe, the man breathed out deeply. Turning her attention back to the man, Pan spoke with a hint of finality, "You may not be Gilbert but you definitely must be Toddy."

Jaheira rolled her eyes, "Child, please."

The merchant immediately shrank back, once again fearing his life may be on the line in less than a minute, "What? Wait, wait, wait! No, I'm not!"

"Nah, I think you are Toddy. In fact I am pretty sure you are Toddy. You look like a Toddy anyways. Toddy owes me money."

"Ma'am, please! I'm not Toddy or Gilbert or anybody else, my name is Jibgo! Jibgo!"

"Really? Maybe you just changed your name. Are you sure you are not Toddy from Cormyr?"

"No! I'm Jibgo of Amn!"

Pan cried triumphantly, "Aha! You are Toddy because that is the exact same thing he would have said. Why you ducking me, Toddy? Why you ducking me?"

Jibgo was speechless, his mouth flapping open. Moved by the speed of fear, Jibgo shoved a bag full of coin into Pan's eagerly awaiting hands, "Here, take it! Take the money, just leave me alone!"

Jaheira clucked disapprovingly at the mage who was happily hefting the bag up and down, "Really child, I think that is quite enough."

"What are you talking about? Toddy is just giving me the money he owes me."

"No, he does not. This man is Jibgo, not Toddy so give him back his…" the druid trailing off as the look on Pan's face suddenly became far more dazed than she should be.

Pan's stare was incredibly unfocused yet terribly intense. At the back of her head, Jaheira just knew what caught the mage's attention and it filled the druid with trepidation.

Apprehensively, Jaheira followed Pan's gaze, confirming her fears.

"Pan," Jaheira began but the mage just ignored her, walking slowly as if in a trance towards the wares on Jibgo's stall. Simpering, the merchant leaned back as far as he could without falling back. Pan reached out and carefully, almost reverently, picked up an unenchanted, plain, standard shortsword.

"Pan, it is time to go," Jaheira tried again.

With what seemed like utmost devotion, Pan examined the shortsword, feeling its weight, the texture of the leather strapped handle, carefully running her fingers over its sharp edge. To Pan it felt so… nice.

"I think you should put the blade down, child," Jaheira urged.

Pan did not hear her instead addressing the merchant while still looking at the shortsword, "Tell you what, Toddy. Give me this sword and we are even," she commanded in a very far off sounding voice.

"D-d-deal."

"Pan, I don't think this is a good idea. Put it away!" Jaheira demanded.

"Jaheira, I want this," the distance audible in her tone.

"Pan…"

"Jaheira, I need this," Pan almost hissed, startling the druid, "Besides, this weapon basically cost us nothing."

Initially holding her ground, the druid looked cautiously at Pan. The girl was adamant but still…

But still… still…she actually isn't that good with that weapon… mediocre at best… but her drive…her ambition…

Jaheira sighed, resigned, though very aware of the ominous feel behind Pan's statement. "Are you sure, child?"

Pan gripped the handle of her first weapon of choice, feeling like she just brought a piece of herself back home. Reflections of whispered footsteps, shadowed stalking and critical strike points began fazing in and out of her head.

Heeeee, I should have kept practising like Montaron showed me.

Her grin disturbed the druid. "Yes, I am sure. After all, I would not want to lose my touch now, would I?"

Jaheira only nodded grimly, her anger directed at only one person. Burn Gilbert Tamboie. Burn through all Nine Hells… and may Pan never be cursed with your presence, ever again.

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The first thing anyone notices about the Docks District is the huge area it encompasses. Set between and at the bottom of the two hills that bordered north and east, it ran all along the shore, planks, piers and wharfs extending far from the mainland. Rows upon rows of warehouses, some twice as big as others, dominated the edges of the harbour beside the water. A veritable forest of ship masts splayed across the bay. There were sea craft of all types, from simple rowboats to island-like warships. Flags of every seafaring nation could be seen flapping in the winds, the goods and cargo being loaded and offloaded like there was some massive construction project going on. The distinct banter of the men and women who chose to live out at sea distinct amidst all the hubbub.

"… rough time this year…"

"… off wi' yeh, landlubber…"

"… don' be drinkin' grog when yeh handlin'…"

The second thing people notice is how… distinct it was from other places in Athkatla. From the gate Minsc, Korgan and Yoshimo stood they could see the entire district. It was round shaped, the edges sheered down to a wall-like cliff face. As the land descended they could see almost every single red shingled roof that was the trademark of the district. Besides the broad paved paths that lead down towards the harbour there were many times more bridges, most seemingly made out of scrap wood and pieces of rope. They ran across roofs, over roads and channels and even from one edge over the cliff to the other end of the curved side. Due to the amount of trade that runs through this area they saw a distinct mixture of people and their ranks. Some of the buildings were practically mere run down shanties that dominated the eastern end while others looked to be decent homes or large estates that ran up the northern hill.

Korgan curled his lips in distaste, "If there be one thing I'll not understand about humans it is their bloody interest in that damnable water. Can ye not smell that gut spillin' stench?"

Curiously Minsc sniffed the air, "Minsc does not smell anything bad, only rotten, mouldy fish. Boo does not smell anything wrong either and he has the powerful nostrils that come with being a miniature giant space hamster, and even then he best uses it to sniff out evil."

"Ye're a bloody idiot," the dwarf grumbled.

Yoshimo scouted the area commenting towards Korgan, "My dwarven companion, I am curious about your discomfort. Surely the unpleasant smell of your many dead enemies is far more unpleasant than the odour of week-old fish."

The berserker smiled toothily, "Har! That be where you would be wrong, thief. There be nothing like the smell o' blood 'n' guts tae wake ye up in the morning."

"Minsc agrees. Such a smell would make it very hard to get some sleep."

"Ach, that not be what I mean…" Korgan complained.

Yoshimo decided they best get on with their objective before they started comparing body odours, "Well, despite this riveting discussion of smells, I think it would be best to get to our quarry's home before nightfall. From the information given by the Cowled Wizard, Valygar's home should be situated somewhere over there," indicating the north hill.

"Aye, that makes sense. From what I've heard, Corthala nay be cheap name in Amn."

"Yes, let us get going, the sooner we will be out of here. Poor little Boo is starting to look a green, not his usual healthy colour when stomping on evil."

They headed towards the hill, passing over a few bridges set across some roofs. Yoshimo had to reign in the urge to take a peek inside a few homes. They were accosted twice by beggars but Korgan scared them off by offering to spare them a quick a swipe of his axe. The group soon noticed that the further they travelled up the hill, the more Athkatlan guards and refined citizenry they encountered.

Finally they stopped somewhere in the middle the neighbourhood on the hill, two story homes surrounding them like a horde, "This is the area, I'm sure of it."

"Which one is it?" Korgan asked.

The thief paused, nonplussed, "I don't know. We were given a location but most of the homes in this area do not have fixed addresses."

"A fine bit of help ye be."

Minsc looked around at all the houses, people quickly scuttling past the huge ranger, pointing out a blue, two story building with the one hand that held Boo in it, "Boo says that is the one we want," he said confidently.

"Okay, I meant what a fine bit help he be."

"Ah, I'm sure that Boo has a keen sense of judgement, Minsc," Yoshimo said, eyeing the hamster who currently cleaning itself in the massive palm of the ranger, "Perhaps though, it would be best if we ask the locals to confirm his… discovery."

It proved to be easier said than done. Most of the people they tried approaching took one look at the tattooed Rashemi warrior, the violent-looking dwarf or the shady Kara-Turan and sped off in the opposite direction.

"Powder puffin' yahoos, just give me a chance tae give ye a real reason tae run," Korgan growled after this happened for the fourth time.

"Minsc is only staying calm to set an example for Boo. See how he shakes with frustration?"

The people they did manage to ask, sent them to the wrong houses. After being chased away by a particularly disgruntled housewife, Korgan' patience was already to the point of breaking, not a good thing for the already murderous berserker.

"That bastard deserves tae die jes' for living here."

"Easy now, my dwarven companion. We found the place now, didn't we?" Yoshimo said pleasantly.

Unlike Korgan and Minsc, the bounty hunter still retained his cool, the constant running around not having fazed his demeanour. He was experienced enough to know that tracking people down is never so easy. Besides, he found Korgan's anger and Minsc's antics quite entertaining.

If anything, I just added some more interesting words to my vocabulary thanks to Korgan's colourful cursing.

They came into view of the house that a guard confirmed to be part of Corthala's estate. Korgan could not believe it. It was the same house that Minsc and Boo had first indicated.

Yoshimo raised an eyebrow in amusement, "Congratulations, friends Minsc and Boo. You humble me with your wisdom and I shall trust your unconventional sense of judgement from now on," he said, bowing towards the ranger.

Minsc puffed his chest, raising Boo to his eyelevel praising the little hamster proudly, "Such a powerful little miniature giant space hamster you are Boo. Your twitchy little nostrils always know which evil to destroy and which butt to kick," Minsc paused for a moment, "Little thief, you didn't trust our unconventional sense of judgement before?"

Yoshimo did not reply back, his mind trying to figure out the best approach to get the information they needed. Korgan suggested they storm in there and gut the bastard.

"An' woe betide any other fool hidin' out with him."

Before the thief could reply, a man came out of the house. Quickly grabbing the dwarf and ranger, they ducked behind the corner of the neighbouring house. Yoshimo carefully peeked around the corner and recognized that he was not their target, the man not fitting the description they were given. In fact, judging by the clothes he wore, he was probably just a servant.

The bounty hunter observed the man locking the door behind him then walking down the opposite end of the street probably to run an errand. Korgan started after the man but Yoshimo held out his hand, still watching the man until he rounded the corner out of sight.

"What be wrong with ye? We could've grabbed that milksop an' questioned him!" Korgan nearly shouted, shaking Yoshimo's hand off him.

"I think I've got a better plan that does not require us to be so… straightforward."

"Oh, aye? An' what be better than a wee bit o' torturin' on the pathetic fool for information?"

Horrified, Minsc stood between the dwarf and the direction the servant went, "No! I cannot allow the blood thirsty dwarf companion with mental problems to commit such an evil act against that puny man. It is not just and if it is not just then Minsc and Boo must stomp on it!"

"Mental problems? Who are ye tae be speaking o' mental problems, ye empty headed gut muncher!"

"Stow your words, stout companion of villainy! And Boo says you need professional help too."

"An' I say that ye can shove Boo back up yer-"

"Peace friends," Yoshimo interrupted, getting in between the two, "We do not need that man to get information on Valygar's whereabouts."

"Oh yeah? An' where do ye propose we get our info? His mammy an' pappy? I know, why don't we ask that stunted giant an' his amazin' poofball o' wonders?" the berserker scoffed, pointing at Minsc.

Yoshimo smiled grimly, "You forget my profession, friend. This task set by the Cowled one, it is my specialty, yes? First rule of hunting your bounty is to never let them find out you're after them. If we ever let that servant know we are chasing his master, he could send word to him."

"So kill the ding damn bastard off!"

The bounty hunter shook his head, "Normally I would not have a problem with that. However, even with the witness dead we do not know if there others who could warn Valygar. If our quarry is cunning he may have set up failsafe plans in the event such a thing could happen."

"Then what do we do now?"

"What do you think?"

Korgan rolled his eyes, "Ach, I hate spy stuff," trying not to listen to Minsc in the background warning Boo not to do what the little man is about to do.

"Like I said, this is my specialty," Yoshimo grinned, jangling his lock picking tools.

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By the time Korgan, Minsc and Yoshimo made it back to the promenade, the sun was already beginning to set. Minsc and Yoshimo could not help but admire the soothing glow of every colour between orange and red being reflected off Waukeen's Promenade's many surfaces of gold, silver and every other precious metal on its exterior. The architecture of the amphitheatre was angled so that as much light could be caught to illuminate the parade grounds as much as possible. To Korgan it was merely another poor attempt of humanity trying to achieve some semblance of civilization.

Quite a number of stalls and shops could be seen closing up for the night though a few could still be spotted trying to squeeze out as much retail as possible. Stalls emptied, shutters closed, doors locked, goods packed away and carts carrying merchandise for storage elsewhere. The calmness of the closing market was a huge contrast compared to the mad activities earlier in the day. Of course, once the sun begins peeping across the land, the process will start all over again.

Yoshimo was enjoying listening to Minsc and his one-sided banter with Boo about the pros and cons of having a thief in the party when he noticed Korgan had fallen behind them. Motioning for the ranger to continue towards the Den of the Seven Vales, Yoshimo walked back to the berserker who had a troubled look on his face, "Is there a problem, Korgan?"

The dwarf eyed the inn Minsc just stepped into, "Ye wouldn't by any chance be stayin' at the Den o' the Seven Vales, would ye?" he queried suspiciously.

"Yes, we in fact are."

Korgan immediately spun around, "Right! I'll meet back wi' ye here in the morning," he declared marching off.

"Wait! You'll not be staying with us?"

"An' have that pudgy harpy poison me in me sleep? I'd rather have me guts spilled by a blade than by cooking."

"You are a true paragon of bravery, my friend."

"Shut yer gob, bounty hunter, leasts I'm dining well tonight!"

Yoshimo's smile fell away at the dwarf's parting shot, watching Korgan walk off towards something probably edible.

Lucky... Actually I don't feel like eating in tonight.

And with that, the thief went off to procure himself something more stomach compatible, the fact that he did not have any coin not deterring him slightest.

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When Yoshimo entered the inn one hour later, the others were still seated at a table in the main hall. He noticed a small assortment of potion bottles set in front of Pan. Judging from Minsc's still full plate and the girl's empty ones, it was a good thing he decided to eat out. The look on the ranger's face could best be described as pitiful.

Jaheira greeted the bounty hunter in her usual manner, "And where have you been? I do not see Korgan with you, has the dwarf decided to abandon this quest?"

"No, my good suspicious friend. When our newfound ally realized this was the establishment we sleep and eat at, he decided to spend the night elsewhere and meet us here in the morning. Apparently he is most familiar with this place's reputation."

"Ohhhhhhh," Pan's expression mournful, "No Killer Korgan, eh? I wanted to hear him say 'good night' in the funny way he talks. Hey, did you notice the chandelier up there? Prettyyyyyyyyy."

"Hmph, it's too bad. Some of this food might actually do him some good."

"Minsc is confused. I did not think this food was good for anyone."

"Do not fret, Minsc," Yoshimo declared like he was leading a revolution, pulling out a package from a bag slung across his back and tossing it to the ranger, "While I was eating out just now, I did not forget to bring you back some 'take-out.'"

When Minsc unwrapped the package, his face lit up like he just found a brand new set of foes to kick around. There was a large loaf of bread, a dozen links of sausage and a good-sized block of cheese. From his other hand, Yoshimo produced a small bottle of pear cider, placing it next to the food. Minsc patted Yoshimo heartily on the back, sending the thief knocking into the table, "Oh, the little thief is a true hero! See, Boo, look at what the nice Yoshimo has brought for you and me. Ha hah! Tremble evil, for Minsc and Boo are no longer preoccupied with battling hunger for justice shall soon be delivered as soon as we finish eating. Our righteous stomachs shall roar in hunger no more even though Boo has a very tiny little stomach, roar mightily it still did."

Jaheira clucked disapprovingly, "Do I even want to know how you managed to get all that food?"

"No, probably not."

The druid sighed, though not bothering to hide the fondness in her smile as she watched Minsc digging heartily into the food, Boo squeaking happily at the large piece of bread she had broken off and placed before the hamster. "While normally I would not approve of your methods, I am more pleased that you remembered well enough to bring Minsc something to eat. Mrs. Patricia is a good woman, though I would prefer not to have my friends dying from starvation."

Yoshimo and Minsc glanced aside to each other, both thinking that perhaps a 'good' woman was too strong a description for the female tyrant. Sitting himself down the bounty hunter told Jaheira of what they discovered at Valygar's home.

The druid nodded, "Minsc told us as such. Do you believe the map to be accurate enough?"

Yoshimo shrugged, "I see no reason why not and it looks legitimate enough. His cabin is about a day's travel from here, near a place called Umar Hills. It would be a shame if it really is a ruse but it's all we have left to go on."

She nodded, accepting that they had no other option to go on, "I had hoped that this matter could be resolved without having to leave the vicinity of the city. Still, at least the supplies I bought won't be going to waste."

"You were able to purchase all we need?"

"Yes, enough for half a tenday and before you ask, yes, I did pack us appropriate victuals. I even managed to arrange for a pack horse waiting for us at the city gates," the druid said smiling ruefully, "It is good that Mrs. Patricia is well known in these parts, she has made things most convenient for us."

"Ah, yes, though I suppose it is only because the good woman has her claws set fearfully in the people's hearts. Actually, just the men's."

"Heyyy," Pan interjected, "Yoshi, how come you brought Minsc a present? I thought you liked me," the girl pouted.

"Minsc and Boo are liked by everyone, except evil since we kick their butts often and we do not like evil anyways. But Pan is still liked by everyone also, especially by little Boo."

"Eeeeeee, Boo likes me!"

Yoshimo winked at the alchemist, "Ah, worry not, Pan-chan, I could never forget about you," the roguish thief presenting from behind his back like a street magician, a small bouquet of flowers.

Pan's eyes widened with glee, "EEEEEEE! Violet Tulips! Yoshi, how did you know?" she squealed, grabbing the purple flowers, their soft colour matching the light fragrance they gave off.

The bounty hunter gave a confident smirk, "Yoshimo knows the hearts of women. I got the feeling that purple is your favourite colour and it seems I am correct."

However his smirk quickly deflated when Pan began tearing off the petals of each flower into a bowl and tried mashing them with a fork.

"Uh, Pan… Pan-chan what are you doing?" he asked, ignoring Jaheira's laughter, being more concerned with what the half-elf was doing to her gift. He had gone through considerable trouble when the woman he had 'procured' the flowers from caught him and the noise she was making attracted the attention of a few Amnian guards walking by. They were quite stubborn in trying to catch him and it took him a while to shake them off.

"Hm?" the half-elf not looking up from what she was doing, grabbing one of the potion bottles. It was half-filled with an orange liquid and she began throwing in some of the crushed violet petals.

"What are you doing?"

"Heeeee, silly, do you not see that I am making a potion?"

"We had some spare coin so we bought some healing potions and a few basic ingredients," Jaheira informed the flabbergasted thief, "It still amazes me what she can do with those things and usually not in a good way."

"See, Yoshi," Pan indicated the other three potions that looked a lighter blue colour than normal, "I added some monkwarts and some liquid iron into those healing potions, then I asked Mrs. Patricia if I could borrow her stove to heat them until they simmered adding a measured portion of mouse dust at one minute intervals. So can you guess what we have got now?"

"… Soup?"

"Heheh, you are silly! Silly like a dog or Winthrop or a pond full of tadpoles. Or a spoon."

"She has made those healing potions ten times more potent than normal," Jaheira clarified, "It shall save us coin in the long run since we now need only take a small sip to heal even our most grievous wounds."

Yoshimo nodded impressed though he was still slightly dismayed, "And what of that one?" eyeing his now pulped gift.

"Oh, this is something I just thought of but I was missing one ingredient. Heeeeee, you really are THE Yoshimo because you brought me the one thing I needed!" Pan squealed hugging the thief around his neck.

"But… but they were supposed to be a gift for you," Yoshimo mumbled, confusion still etched on his face, not quite as ecstatic as the alchemist that his present was to be used as an experimental ingredient.

Pan let Yoshimo go, gazing curiously at him. Before she could ask what he meant by that Jaheira spoke first.

"Child, what exactly is it that you are making?" the druid asked, having leaned closer, peering cautiously at the orange potion, alarmed that it was quivering slightly,

The mage's answer was not what she wanted to hear, "Oh, I do not know. Whatever it is, I just figured I needed some Violet Tulip petals to get it going."

In an instant Pan was the only one left remaining seated at the table, the others having run off to a safer distance. The orange concoction began frothing violently, shaking so much it bounced up and down slightly on the table. A blue foam began rising out of the spout, spilling on to the table, quickly followed by green sparks that just exploded out of the opening.

Soon other patrons around them began scrambling for cover, the wayward potion soon making loud burping noises every time a large indigo bubble burst. Soon one bubble, this time a red one, began growing in size, bigger and bigger until it nearly reached the ceiling. Screams and shouts of panic resounded around the inn as people began ducking behind any available cover.

Only Pan remained, a mad glint shining in her eyes.

Heeeeee, bubblesbubblesbubblesbubblesbubbles. Big, little, pretty, colourful, bubbles. Ooooh, this is a big one. So pretty. Pretty like a baby. Hello, my pretty bubble baby. I like red. I like purple better, but red is still nice. Hmmm, next time I should try it over an open flame…

She looked on proudly as her 'baby' grew nice and strong.

"'Ey, ye silly idjit, get yer arse outta there!" someone called from behind the bar.

Soon an ominous humming sound filled the room. The giant red bubble began spinning, picking up speed until a wind began blowing around the inn. Impossibly, it still remained sitting atop the potion bottle. Lightning was flashing inside the bubble. The humming sound was soon replaced with a roaring howl.

"Pan!" her companions cried, running from the hiding spots, trying to reach the daft alchemist who was clapping her hands delightedly.

"Bubblesbubblesbubbles!"

By the time they grabbed Pan it was already to late. They watched in fear as the bubble began twitching violently, wobbling from its precarious position atop the potion bottle, swaying side to side. Closing their eyes, they waited for the inevitable. The roar stopped and a muted silence followed.

"…."

"…."

"…."

…Pffffftphlplphpplplphlplplphlpp!

"What in Silvanus's name?" Jaheira muttered, opening her eyes.

Slowly, like a balloon losing air, the giant red bubble deflated.

Plplphllpplplplplphppplpffffffff….

The whiny sound accompanied the shrinking bubble constantly into non-existence, back into the bottle. Soon, the only trace of the chaos earlier was the bottle half filled with an orange liquid and the remnants of blue foam on the table.

Seeing that the danger was past, people soon began coming out of their hiding spots, looks of distinct annoyance on their faces. Everybody's eyes were fixed on the unruffled alchemist.

Pan did not notice the venomous stares, disappointment clearly evident, muttering to herself, "Oh phooey. It only farts."