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to gaze out at the sights of the Bazaar。 A moner strode by carrying a clucking chicken； imported from the Lands of Light； in a box。 A merchant had probably promised the fellow the fowl would lay for years to e； though in reality； such birds rarely thrived in the Underdark。 A portrait painter rendered his subject； the enchantments in the brush enabling him to fill the canvas with astonnotishing speed。 An armorer drove a rapier through a bound； gagged kobold to demonstrate the sharpness of the point。
Cowl up； mantle drawn close around him； and Splitter hidden by the charm of concealment Pharaun had cast on it； Ryld loitered across the way in a tent with the sides folded up。 There； games of all sorts were on disnotplay。 The hulking swordsman stood pondering a sava board； where he'd set up a problem with the onyx and carnelian pieces。
A change came over the scene beyond the doorway； and people looked to the north。 Some started to squeeze up against the stalls； clearing the center of the lane。 A ragged； furtive…looking moner hurried away in the opposite direction。
Ryld sauntered to the near edge of the tent； glanced where everyone else was peering； then gave Pharaun a subtle nod； confirming what the wizard had already guessed。 A patrol was headed their way。
Pharaun wished the guards could have waited just five more minutes； but alas； he would have to go to work before the barber finished with him。 A tragedy； but it couldn't be helped。
A moment later the patrol marched by； casting stern glances hither and yon； their tread silent thanks to their enchanted boots。 In at least nominal mand was a priestess of Arach…Tinilith armed with a polished wooden wand。 Assisting her were a teacher from Melee…Magthere and Gelroos Zaphresz； one of Pharaun's junior colleagues in Sorcere。 It was unfortunate。 Possessed of a store of jokes and ical ditties； Gelroos was congenial pany。 At least if Pharaun murdered the other mage today； he wouldn't have to worry about Gelroos trying to assassinate him tomorrow。
In addition to its officers； the patrol consisted of a number of warriors…in…training； boys whom Ryld had almost certainly instructed at one time or another。 Pharaun wasn't particularly worried about them。 His fellow teachers were the real threat。
The Master of Sorcere waited until the guards had marched past then； surprising the barber； he tossed aside the hair…sprinkled cloth covering his chest； stood up； and handed the craftsman a gold coin； a princely overnotpayment for his services。 He touched a finger to his lips in wordless exnotplanation of what he actually wanted to buy。 He picked up his piwafwi； whose elegance he'd obscured with a minor illusion； swirled it around his shoulders； walked to the doorway of the stall； and peeked out。
The patrol had tramped about twenty yards down the lane。 Any farther and they'd turn a corner； so Pharaun had attained as much separation from the enemy as he was going to get。 He draped a fold of silk across the lower half of his face； then stepped out into the open； brandished a glass marble and a pinch of rust； and recited an incantation。 His half…barbered hair stood on end； and the air around him smelled of ozone。 A crackling blue…white spark appeared in the air before him； then shot down the aisle。
When it reached the patrol； the flickering point of radiance exploded； shooting flares of lightning in all directions。 Many of the callow young solnotdiers danced； burned； and fell； as they possessed neither the spiritual strength nor the protective talismans that might have minimized their innotjuries and kept them on their feet。 Unfortunately； the sizzling； jumping arcs of power struck a handful of vendors and shoppers as well。 Pharaun hadn't particularly wanted to harm nonbatants； but the aisle was simply too cramped。
The rest of the patrol began to pivot。 The captain from Melee…Magthere was smoking； blackened； and blistered； but if he was anything like Ryld； his burns weren't likely to slow him down。 Gelroos and the priestess looked as if the lightning hadn't even touched them。 The female was spinnotning around a hair faster than the other two