thing moved in the waiting darkness ahead of her. Nuressa swept her blade up and back, ready to cut down viciously, but the face grinning at her out of the gloom belonged to Amandarn."I knew you were annoyed with me," the thief said, eyeing her raised steel, "but I'm quite short enough already, thank you."He jerked his thumb at the darkness behind him. "It's a tomb, all right," he said, "old and crawling with runes. They probably say something along the lines of 'Zurmapyxapetyl, a mage of Netheril, sleeps here,' but reading Old High Netherese, or whatever it's properly called, is more Iyrik's skill than mine.""Any guardians?" Nuressa asked, not taking her eyes off the darkness beyond Amandarn for an instant."None that I saw, but a glowblade's pretty dim. ...""Safe to throw in a torch?"The thief shrugged. "Should be. Everything's made of stone."Wordlessly Nuressa extended an open, gauntleted hand behind her. After a few scrambling minutes, Folossan put a lit torch into it. The warrior looked at him, dipped her jaw in wordless thanks, and threw.Flames whup-whup-whuppedinto the darkness. The torchlight guttered when it landed, then recovered and danced brightly once more. Nuressa step
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