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move her from the board。 As soon as Umrae missed some prenotarranged rendezvous； the foe would know her pawn had been taken and advance another piece。 Perhaps it would be the mother。 Perhaps the foe would suggest to Matron Baenre that the time had e to throw Faeryl in a dungeon。
But life wasn't really a sava game。 Faeryl could cheat and make two moves in a row； which in this instance meant truly fleeing Menzoberranzan as soon as possible； before the enemy learned of her agent's demise。
Light…headed and sour…mouthed from her exertions； Faeryl dragged herself to her feet； trudged in search of Mother's Kiss； and wondered just how she would acplish that little miracle。
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Cloaked in the semblance of a squat； leathery…skinned ore； whose twisted leg manifestly made him unfit for service in a noble or even merchant House； Pharaun took an experimental bite of his sausage and roll。 The unidentifiable ground meat inside the casing tasted rank and was gristly； as well as cold at the core。
〃By the Demonweb！〃 he exclaimed。
〃What？〃 Ryld replied。
The weapons master too appeared to be a scurvy； broken…down ore in grubby rags。 Unbelievably； he was devouring his vile repast without any overt show of repugnance。
〃What？〃 The Master of Sorcere brandished his sausage。 〃This travesty。 This abomination。〃
He headed for the culprit's kiosk； a sad little construction of bone poles and sheets of hide； taking care not to walk too quickly。 His veil of illusion would make it look as if he were limping； but it wouldn't conceal the anomnotaly of a lame ore covering ground as quickly as one with two good legs。
The long…armed； flat…faced goblin proprietor produced a cudgel from beneath the counter。 Perhaps he was used to plaints。
Pharaun raised a hand and said； 〃I mean no harm。 In fact； I want to help。〃
The goblin's eyes narrowed。 〃Help？〃
〃Yes。 I'll even pay another penny for the privilege。〃 he said as he exnottracted a copper coin from his purse。 〃I just want to show you something。〃
The cook hesitated； then held out a dirty…nailed hand and said； 〃Give。 No tricks。〃
〃No tricks。〃
Pharaun surrendered the coins and to the goblin's surprise； squirmed around the end of the counter and crowded into the miniature kitchen。 He wrapped his hand in a fold of his cloak； slid the hot iron grill with its load of meat from its brackets； and set it aside。
〃First；〃 Pharaun said； 〃you spread the coals evenly at the bottom of the brazier。〃 He picked up a poker and demonstrated。 〃Next； though we don't have time to start from scratch right now； you let them burn to gray。 Only then do you start cooking； with the grill positioned here。〃
He replaced the utensil in a higher set of brackets。
〃Sausage take longer to fry；〃 the goblin said。
〃Do you have somewhere to go？ Now； I'm going to assume you buy these questionable delicacies elsewhere and thus can do nothing about the quality； but you can at least tenderize them with a few whacks from that mallet； poke a few holes with the fork to help them cook on the inside； and sprinkle some of these spices on them。〃 Pharaun grinned。 〃You've never so much as touched a lot of this stuff； have you？ What did you do； murder the real chef and take possession of his enterprise？〃
The smaller creature smirked and said； 〃Don't matter now； do it？〃
〃I suppose not。 One last thing： Roast the sausage when the customer orders it； not hours beforehand。 It isn't nearly as appetizing if it's cooked； allowed to cool； then warmed again。 Good fortune to you。〃
He clapped the goblin on the shoulder； then exited the stand。
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