She glanced at Dire Fox, he gave an innocent shrug with a deliberate blink. Good. That meant he had about two minutes until he could free himself of his own restraints. She nodded to an archway on the right. She could fae step there and run while he slipped away from the guard. The antechamber would be the best place to meet back up so he could remove her chains and they could escape.
If negotiations didn’t work. She continued addressing their reptilian host, “We’ve seen your antechamber, your spires, your streets; we know you’ve encountered The Ghost before and he’s what we’re looking for.”
U’rn Daali slithered down the steps below the altar, “We do not trust surface. Send many down. Many Yuan-Ti die.”
“The Ghost was leading them.” She explained calmly. She didn’t know much about these guys, but if they were anything like the tree lizards back home, they respected confidence and strength, not timidity, “And you cannot have him; he is ours to punish.”
The serpent-man slid up into her face, spreading his jaws wide to show his fangs. For her part Lanay remained as impassive as she could. After a few seconds of becoming intimately acquainted with the inside of a Yuan-Ti’s mouth, she was grateful he withdrew.
He looked thoughtful now, “Maybe…” he looked at her closely, “…maybe…”
“Thank Sehanine,” she thought, “This is going to work.”
Then she saw a shadow in the empty rows of the gallery above the altar and thought of the worst thing that could happen right now; if Lucio Pavlec had somehow tracked them down to rescue them.
“Excuse me,” his voice burst from the darkness above, “I’m looking for a primitive culture that can set me up for an easy joke about hide armor.”
With a regretful glance at Dire Fox, she closed her eyes and began shifting into the Feywild to escape what was to come. Sadly, Lucio was quicker on the draw than she anticipated. Her last thought before vanishing completely into another realm was just how little this burning sensation felt like ‘fire immunity.’
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