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it.” Arilyn jerked her hand free of Danilo's grasp. Rising to her feet, she glared down at the servant. 'Take your business elsewhere.“ The man blinked, not comprehending. A woman unveiled in such a place was surely for sale. ”To whom should I make an offer?“ he asked, his eyes darting about the room. Arilyn drew her sword. 'To this.” Light glinted off the ancient moonblade, pooling in the elven runes carved down its length. The man's black eyes widened and he stepped backward so abruptly that he stumbled over the hem of his robe. The matter settled to her satisfaction, Arilyn sheathed her sword and resumed her seat. Danilo shook his head. “Your bartering technique could use a little work.” “Didn't it occur to you that he was serious?” Arilyn demanded, stabbing a finger in the direction of the retreating servant. “The saying here is 'Barter met is bargain sealed.' What would you have done if he'd met your price?” “I'd've asked him to throw a couple of camels into the deal.” “Cam-” Arilyn broke off, dropping her head forward. “All right, I'll play: why camels?” “For my mother, of course. The redoubtable Lady Cassandra bid me acquire something interesting for her stables,” Danilo replied mildly.

Arilyn fought against laughter, but the mental image of the elegant Waterdhavian noblewoman astride a camel was too much for her. “You really ought to laugh more often. It becomes you. Ah, thank you,” Danilo said as the innkeeper appeared at their table with two large goblets. The nobleman sipped at his wine and praised it extravagantly. “The grapes are grown on my own lands,” the innkeeper said modestly. “I'm honored that you are pleased.” “More than pleased,” Danilo said. “My family deals in fine wines, you know. Perhaps if I were to join your guild, I could carry your wine-and your fame-to the North.” The innkeeper's smile faded abruptly. “I would like that very much, Lord Thann, but I doubt it will be possible. You will excuse me.” He bowed quickly and scurried away. “What was all that about?” Arilyn asked warily. Danilo picked a bit of cork out of his wine. “You may have noticed that this establishment is not the sort of place I usually frequent. It is, however, a meeting place for guildmasters. Didn't you see the sign outside? The Guilded Dagger? Terrible pun, but there you have it.” “Yes? So?” “The guilds control every aspect of trade in Tethyr, which makes them rather influential. If Pasha Balik refuses to give the Harpers an audience, perhaps he'd listen to a representative from one of the local guilds.” Danilo took another sip of wine. “Namely, me.” Arilyn choked on her wine and set down her goblet with a thunk. “Danilo, the guilds are plotting to overthrow Pasha Balik. We're here to warn him, not join the other side.” “Guild membership would give me access to the pasha's court,” Danilo argued. “Moreover, as a guild insider, I could find evidence that would force Balik to listen to us.” It wasn't a bad plan, but Arilyn was in no mood to be generous. “Which guild would you join? The procurers?” she asked in an acid tone. “Now, there's a thought,” Danilo said with a grin. “Come now, Arilyn. Don't tell me you're upset over a little harmless bartering. My asking price was too low- is that it?” “It's not easy to get into the guilds here,” the half-elf said, ignoring his teasing. “Membership is passed down from father to son, or earned through apprenticeship. You could buy your way in, I suppose, but these people are more likely to be impressed by a clever bargain than by a pile of gold and jewels. Do you have a plan?” “Not yet,” Danilo admitted ruefully. “I'll think of something, though.” “Another thing.” Arilyn leaned in closer and spoke with quiet urgency. “If the guilds learn you're a Harper, they'll assume you're here to meddle-” “A reasonable assumption,” he broke in. “And you'll be as good as dead. I say keep away from them.” “Guild rule was attempted once in Waterdeep,” Danilo reminded her, his voice suddenly serious. "It was, to put it mildly, a disaster. Pasha Balik might

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