Trouble in Amn (Baldur’s Gate II: Shadow Dancer IV)

Ilyanas Tomb of Doom

Aran was a son-of-a-bitch, sitting in the second floor of his Thieves’ Guild, located in the Dock’s district. He glared at me at first, his eyes radiating interest. “Ilyana,” he said, “hero of Baldur’s Gate. It’s a pleasure.”

“Well don’t go believing everything you hear,” I smile, accepting an odd, leafy twig from him. Watching, I noticed how he lit his and held it just between his fingers: I, of course, did the same as he leaned in with a bright red core from the brazier at his side. “Inhale,” he said, sensing my ignorance. “Imported leaf from the elves. Does wonders for alacrity and all that,”

I inhaled the twig of leaves, coughed, smoke spraying from my black lips. I smiled, held the twig at my hip. But I wasn’t going to lose this battle. I inhaled again, artfully spitting out a spout of fume over my head, over…

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