in Tethyr and the best hedge against political chaos in the area. If I have to go through the guilds to get the pasha's ear, I'll do it.“ As Arilyn nodded reluctant agreement to Danilo's plan, a grim possibility occurred to her. Perhaps guilds allied against Balik-which would include the powerful Assassins Guild-had already discovered their Harper identity. That would explain the mysterious pursuer and his skill at stalking; southern assassins were peerless killers trained at a secret college known as the School of Stealth. It also meant that the Guilded Dagger was the most dangerous spot in Port Kir for them to be lingering over a glass of wine. ”Let's get out of here,“ she murmured, and quickly explained her fears. The nobleman was silent for a moment, then reached across the table and covered one of her hands with his. ”Arilyn, we're not known as Harpers. If someone is indeed watching you, it's undoubtedly due to your unfortunate reputation as-“ ”Point taken,“ interrupted the half-elf quietly. Although she had worked for the Harpers for years, she had just recently joined their ranks and few who knew of her would suspect her affiliation. She was known as an incomparable sword- for-hire, an adventurer, and an assassin. Given the political unrest in the area, the sudden appearance of a known assassin would be cause for concern. Any number of beleaguered rulers might want her watched. Danilo gave her hand a quick, sympathetic squeeze and then nodded toward the entrance. ”Who do you suppose that man is?“ Grateful for the change of subject, Arilyn glanced at the front door in time to see the innkeeper fold himself into a deep bow. The recipient of this courtesy was a lone man whose dark purple robes were drawn close against the sudden chill of the night. Light glinted off a golden ring on his outstretched hand. ”I wouldn't know. Does it matter?“ she asked. ”It might. Look where he's being seated.“ The half-elf watched as the newcomer was escorted to the taproom's finest curtained booth. Just before the innkeeper drew the gaudy drapes, Arilyn caught sight of the newcomer's face. He was a beardless lad, probably no more than fourteen or fifteen, and he returned Arilyn's scrutiny with an intensity remarkable for a boy his age. ”Here we go again,“ Danilo observed calmly. Arilyn followed the line of his gaze and immediately forgot about the youth. An enormous bearded man approached their table, his black mustache twisted with a sneer of challenge. ”You wish to barter with your sword, eh?“ taunted the man. He drew a scimitar, its broad, curved blade serrated along the inner edge, and leered down at Arilyn. ”Let us make a bargain, elfwoman.“ ”You know the ordinances, Farig!“ the innkeeper scolded, rushing up to the table. He flapped his hands at the brute as if he were shooing chickens. ”Outside, outside.“ As Arilyn rose from the table, she murmured to Danilo, ”You're the one who likes to barter. Do you want to take this one?“ Danilo brightened. ”In a manner of speaking, yes. You handle the sword end
of the deal, though.“ The nobleman removed a large gold-and-amethyst ring from his finger and held it aloft. ”I'll wager this that the elfwoman wins,“ he said loudly. There was a rumble of laughter, and soon a small crowd circled Danilo's table, arguing odds and laying bets. The half-elf suppressed a smile as she followed the tavern bully out into the street. She knew what Danilo would bet against his ring and her skill: full guild membership. The Guilded Dagger emptied as its patron followed the combatants outside. Arilyn noted that the strange, intense lad was among the crowd. To her eyes, he looked troubled and oddly disappointed. But other, more pressing matters demanded her attention, so Arilyn turned back to her opponent. Drawing her sword, she held it before her in a defensive stance. If at all possible, she wouldn't harm more than the man's pride. The big man shrugged off his outer robe, baring massive arms and a thick torso gone soft around the middle. ”What price does your sword require?“ he asked, clearly enjoying himself.