war of the spider queen 1 dissolution

one；　though　he　regarded　the　newers　with　a　scowl。
Somewhat　pleased　to　be　ahead　of　his　clever　friend　for　once；　Ryld　gripped　Pharaun　by　the　shoulder。
〃Steady；〃　the　swordsman　said。　〃Don’t　embarrass　yourself。〃
The　wizard　looked　around；　then　grinned　and　said；　〃Right。　Our　friends　didn’t　trick　us　into　entering　a　trap。　The　drider’s　magically　constrained。〃
No。
Ryld　glanced　back　to　see　that　the　two　bogus　ores　had　stepped　through　the　portal；　which　dwindled　to　nothing　behind　them。　It　was　the　bigger　and　more　talkative　of　the　duo　who　was　speaking。
〃The　driders　help　us　of　their　own　free　will。〃
〃Interesting；〃　said　Pharaun。
In　the　blink　of　an　eye；　the　goblinoids　turned　into　an　aristocratic　warnotrior…Houndaer　Tuin’Tarl；　specifically；　whom　Ryld　had　trained…and　a　craftsman　of　one　sort　or　another。　The　prince　closed　the　portal　with　a　wave　of　his　arm。
〃Do　you　still　use　that　second…intention　indirect　attack？〃　Ryld　asked。　〃That　was　a　nice　move。〃
For　the　first　time；　Houndaer　smiled　a　smile　that　had　neither　malice　nor　suspicion　in　it。
〃You　remember　that；　Master？　It’s　been　so　long；　I’m　surprised　you　even　remember　me。〃
〃I　always　remember　the　ones　who　truly　learn。〃
〃Well；　thank　you。　It’s　good　to　have　you　with　us；　and　you’re　going　to　be　glad　you　are。　Great　things　are　in　store。〃　the　noble　said。　The　drider　scuttled　toward　them。　〃Ah；　here　es　Tsabrak。　You’ll　see　his　mind　isn’t　sluggish　or　otherwise　crippled；　yet　he’s　on　our　side　nonetheless。〃
In　point　of　fact；　the　drider　didn’t　look　especially　congenial。　The　length　of　his　legs　lifted　his　head　above　those　of　the　four　dark　elves；　and　he　glared　down　at　them　with　eyes　full　of　madness　and　hate。　Ryld　inferred　that　Tsabrak　had　entered　into　a　typical　Menzoberranyr　alliance。　He’d　thrown　in　with　the　runaways　to　secure　some　practical　advantage；　but　he　still　loathed　all　the　drow　who’d　deformed　him　and　cast　him　out。
〃What　is　this？〃　the　drider　snarled；　exposing　his　fangs。　They　seemed　to　impede　his　speech　a　trifle。　〃Syrzan　said　no！〃
Syrzan　wasn’t　a　typical　drow　name；　but　Ryld　had　no　idea　to　which　other　race　it　might　belong。　He　glanced　over　at　Pharaun；　who　conveyed　with　a　subtle　shrug　that　he　didn’t　know；　either。
〃Syrzan　is　my　ally；　not　my　superior；〃　said　Houndaer；　glaring　back　at　the　spider…thing。　〃I　make　my　own　decisions；　and　I’ve　decided　these　gentlemen　can　help　us。　They’re　masters　of　Tier　Breche…〃
〃I　know　who　they　are！〃　Tsabrak　screamed；　flecks　of　foam；　perhaps　mixed　with　venom；　flying　from　his　lips。　〃Do　you　think　me　a　mindless　beast？　I　studied　on　Tier　Breche　the　same　as　anyone！〃
〃Then　you　know　how　useful　their　talents　could　be；〃　said　the　craftsman；　〃and　how　unlikely　it　is　they　can　do　us　any　harm；　particularly　now　that　the　prince　has　disarmed　them。〃
〃Just　point　us　to　Syrzan；〃　Houndaer　said。　〃It　will　allay　your　fears。〃
It？　Ryld　wondered。
〃I　can’t；〃　the　drider　said。　〃It’s　gone　off　somewhere。〃
〃Where？〃　Houndaer　asked
〃Agitating　slaves？　Acquiring　more　magic　fire　from　its　secret　source？　How　do　I　know？　You’ll　just　have　to　sit　on　these　two　until　it　gets　back。〃
〃That’s　all　right；〃　the　noble　said。　〃Master　Argith　and　I　can　reminisce　about　old　times。　We’ll　all　wait　in　the　room　where　Syrzan　interviewed　the　other　recruits。〃
〃Perhaps　you’d　care　to　tag　along；〃　the　craftsman　said；　〃to　make　abnotsolutely　sure　the　masters　don’t　cause　any　trouble。〃
Pharaun　beamed　up　at　the　bloodthirsty　aberration　and　asked；　〃Please？　There　are　half　a　dozen　questions　concerning　drider　existence　that　have　pernotplexed　me　for　years。〃
Tsabrak　ignored　him；　instead　glowering　at　Houndaer　and　the　artisan　as　if　he　suspected　them　of　playing　a　trick　on　him。
Finally；　he　said；　〃Yes。　I’ll　go。　Somebody　with　sense　needs　to　be　there。〃
〃Fine。〃　Houndaer　nodded　to　Ryld　and　Pharaun　and　said；　〃e　this　way。〃
The　masters　and　their　hosts；　or　captors；　set　off　through　a　maze　of　passageways。　As　promised；　Pharaun　treated　Tsabrak　to　a　barrage　of　quesnottions；　and；　when　the　drider　failed　to　respond；　cheerfully　answered　himself　with　a　gush　of　scholarly　speculation。
Ryld　paid　little　attention。　He　was　too　busy　studying　the　rogues’　citadel；　a　forlorn　and　dusty　place　where　Pharaun’s　monologue　echoed　away　into　the　quiet。　No　servants　were　in　evidence；　merely　runaway　males　and　driders；　who　often　recognized　their　former　instructors　and　curiously　peered　after　them。　The　marks　of　magical　attacks；　bursts　of　lightning　and　sprays　of　acid；　scarred　the　walls。
By　all　appearances；　the　conspirators　were　hiding　in　the　seat　of　a　House　extinguished　by　its　enemies。　No　one　was　supposed　to　take　possession　of　such　a　fortress　without　the　Baenre’s　permission；　and　few　would　dare。　The　vacant　castles　were　supposedly　cursed　and　haunted