figured an Eretherian enchanter would be good at this, but I had no idea . Hool! You look positively stunning!â
âWhat does that mean? Why do youâÂâ Hool held up her hands and then froze, staring open-Âmouthed at the delicate, manicured things in front of her. She then howled something in the gnollish language, which was a sight to behold issuing from the elegant throat of the tall, curvaceous woman. Artus was in the process of laughing himself silly when Hool stepped forward and grabbed Tyvian by the shirt. She hoisted him in the air like he was made of straw, but while Artus had seen Hool manhandle Tyvian hundreds of times, the image of a thin red-Âhaired woman in a fancy dress yanking Tyvian off his feet with one hand was nothing short of ridiculous. Artus went from simply laughing to openly guffawing.
Tyvian tried to pry Hoolâs hand from his shirt. âHool! Hool, if you please! This is conduct unbecoming a lady!â
Hool threw Tyvian on the bed. âWHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?â
Tyvian held up his hands. âItâs an illusion, Hool! A trick! Just take off the belt and youâll see!â
Scowling, Hool reached down and fumbled with something Artus couldnât quite see. An instant later Hool was standing right where she had been, her usual golden-Âfurred self. She held the belt out like it was on fire and dropped it on the floor. âThat was disgusting!â
âMe try! Me try, too!â Brana barked, bouncing over to the bed and picking his up.
Hool moved to intercept, but Tyvian interposed himself. âItâs harmless, HoolâÂdonât worry.â
The mother gnoll hesitated, which was just enough time for Brana to hook his belt on and vanish. Standing in his place was . . . Artus himself. âWhat?â Artus blinked. Looking more closely, he could see certain differencesâÂa broader chin, flatter cheekbones, darker hair. Branaâs illusory self was an inch or so taller than Artus and broader, too, with thickly muscled shoulders that Artus himself wasnât even close to acquiring. He wore a similarly fine set of clothing as Hool, except with more maroons than greens. âYou look like my brother Balter, a little.â
Brana held out his human-Âlooking hands and then stuck out his tongue. âHa! Brothers, yes!â
Tyvian pursed his lips, âYes, perhaps itâs best if you didnât talk much while wearing your shroud, Brana.â
Artus recognized the word. âIs this like that time you disguised me and all those Defenders to look like you?â
âIt is indeed, though a bit more elaborate and less prone to failure. Weâll need our gnoll friends to wear these shrouds pretty consistently from now until we get to Saldor. This will let us move more easily and blend into society.â
Artus blinked. âWait a secondâÂdid you say âSaldorâ?â
Tyvian grimaced as though he knew this was coming. âYes, weâre going to Saldor. All of us.â
Artus couldnât believe what he was hearing. âThatâs crazy! We canât go there! Thatâs . . . thatâs where all the damned mirror men come from ! Thatâs like, like their home !â
Tyvian nodded. âIndeed, which is why they would never expect to find us there.â
Hool was frowning. âThis is a bad plan. Very stupid.â
âAfter Draketower, the majority of my Eretherian contacts are now spent. My only friends close enough to get to with our current funds are somewhere in the domain of Saldor.â Tyvian winced. âWe donât really have a choice.â
Artus knew that wince. âYouâre lying ! Youâre lying to us right now !â
Tyvian scowled, rubbing his ring hand. âThis stupid trinket . . . okay, fineâÂIâm lying. Weâre still going to Saldor.â
âI donât like it,â Hool said.
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