Sigmundurr grumbled, but did as she demanded.

"Thank you Sigmundurr," Kreet said, lowering her hands.

"Fucking bitch deserved..." Sigmundurr began, but Kreet interrupted him.

Until this time, she had revealed little of her true powers to anyone since she had arrived in the Underdark. She had told only Kallid it's source, but circumstances had required it.

"Sig, your Creator gave you a gift of manhood, but you have badly misused that gift. I cannot change your ways. Only you can do that. But I can guide you if you want me to."

"You sound like some damned..." Sigmundurr began.

"I am a Cleric, Sig. I am a Cleric of Pelor, and not an insubstantial one at that. But we don't coerce, we only offer guidance."

"Figures. Fucking clerics."

"Yes Sigmundurr. I'm a fucking cleric. I told you that already. If we're going to continue traveling together, you'd best get used to it. I don't like you Sig. You're a force of chaos, but I don't think you're evil. Just... unrestrained. You could be a good person, if ever you could learn self-restraint."

Sigmundurr looked down at the little kobold. "Restraint? I haven't cut your damned scaly head off yet! That's restraint!"

Kreet nodded. "Yes. It's a start. But now I'm going to ask more of you. I want you to give Urmelena her sword back.

"The fuck you say! Not gonna happen little lizard."

"Sig, how do you think we're going to find our way out of the Underdark without her?"

The big man looked across the bridge.

"You think he's going to help if you rape her or kill her? Really?"

Meanwhile, Urmelena had stopped talking, but was obviously listening intently. Kreet didn't like the expression on her face, but this rift had to be mended somehow. She continued.

"Sig, you know the drow. You know how they are. Did you really expect her to help you? You are what you are, and they are what they are. That's not going to change today. But we need their help."

"She'll stab us in the back, or have Houndril do it, at the first chance."

"I don't think so," Kreet said, then looked to the dark elf. "Urmelena, what will you do if Sig gives you his sword back right now?" Kreet asked the still-prone drow.

The dark elf's face turned contrite. "I'll lead you on to the stairway of course."

"That is a lie. I'll ask you again, and you will tell the truth. Either that or we'll try and find our way on our own and we'll leave you both here, blind in the dark."

Urmelena rolled over suddenly, disregarding the point of her own sword. Fortunately Sigmundurr allowed it. The rage returned to her face and she spat the words out.

"I'll kill this overgrown man and drop his body down the crevasse, and if you think you can stop me, you'll soon meet your damned Pelor in the next life and ask him!"

"Pretty brave talk for a blind person, don't you think? I've been blinded by that light-blast before. You'll recover your sight in time, but not soon. And your mate over there isn't going to be able to help if a spider or worse attacks you. At this point, you can still complete your mission and keep your lives, if you want to. You need to decide that. Right this moment."

The drow was not stupid. She considered Kreet's words.

"I'll do nothing," she said finally.

"That's right. We'll put this bridge behind us and continue to the stairway. You will accomplish your mission and live. You mentioned giving Sigmundurr a weapon before. Do you have another with you?"

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"Houndril has another sword," she replied.

"Good. Sig, you'll have that. Against two blind drow. Think you can take them if you need to?"

Sigmundurr smiled again and nodded.

"Alright. Now. How are we going to get Houndril across this bridge?"

Kallid spoke up then. Kreet had almost forgotten about him, but his eyes were glowing bright blue as they looked at her.

"Oh great," she thought. "I've got my first devotee."

"I can help him over!" he said with reverence in his voice. "Kreet, I can help!"

"Kallid..." she began, but at the sound of her uttering his name the blue glowed even fiercer. She gave it up. She'd have to worry about him later.

"Go on Kallid. We'll wait here. Be careful. That spider is still down there."

He laughed but scampered back across the bridge. "But you blinded it!"

She called back as he got to Houndril and helped the drow to the edge of the bridge. "Maybe! Just be careful!"

It took the two a minute to get back across the bridge, but even blind the drow proved his elven grace and had only a moment or two of imbalance, even across the broken bridge.

Sigmundurr had still not returned Urmelena's sword, but at Kreet's 'suggestion' the drow commanded Houndril to give Sigmundurr his spare sword.

"Satisfied?" Kreet asked the human.

Sigmundurr drew blood from his thumb testing the edge. He smiled evilly. "Satisfied."

"Okay. Now, here's how we'll do this. I know you know this path well, Urmelena. You and Houndril will lead. Kallid, you stay with them and describe the path ahead. I think you'll be able to manage like that. Sig and I will follow."

"What about spiders?" Kallid asked.

"We'll just have to do the best we can."

"Little kobold," Urmalena said, turning to Kallid, "if we are attacked, you must stay away from Houndril and I. We have methods of attacking as a team, even blind. But we won't know where you are."

Kreet said nothing, but realized that was a good sign. At least they didn't blame Kallid for the recent events. No doubt they hated Sigmundurr now only a little more than herself as a cleric of their enemy Pelor, but they didn't want to kill Kallid anyway. If she could just keep the fuse unlit on this powder-keg, maybe they would still all survive after all.

There was another spider attack - three wolf-spiders this time. But now that Kreet had revealed her powers and could assist, they dealt with them quickly. Sigmundurr did receive a venomous bite, but Kreet took care of that.

Then they encountered a patrol of drow coming the other way. This was a situation she wasn't sure how to handle. They were taking a break when a group of five drow approached from the other side, armed to the teeth and none too happy to see the human slave sporting a sword. Kreet shot a look at Urmelena as they approached.

"Urmalena," Kreet whispered as they approached. "There is a patrol coming. You can reveal us, obviously."

"Are you threatening me, kobold of Pelor?!"

"No. But if we come to any harm, I do promise that I will make sure that your mate Houndril is permanently blinded. I can do that."

"He is not my mate."

Kreet found an all-too human word suddenly very appropriate. "Bullshit."

"I may be a cleric, but I am also female. His mistress, you are, but you also care about him. It is obvious in your every move around him. If you do not, I can't stop you from turning us over to this patrol. But if I'm right, I think you can get them to pass on."

Urmelena smiled as the patrol came close. Though Kreet was taking a gamble, it was the only thing she could think of. The leader stepping up to Urmelena while Kreet backed off and went to stand in front of Sigmundurr. She prayed a brief prayer while she held Sigmundurr's sword down. The two drow spoke in hushed tones and Kreet couldn't tell what was being said.

She had a moment of panic when the patrol leader looked back to Sigmundurr and she felt his sword shift as his grip on it firmed.

But then the patrol continued on. She didn't relax her hold on the sword blade till the last of them had disappeared out of sight.

They reformed and began to continue on.

"What did you tell them?" Kreet asked.

"I told them we were blinded by a flash-pod and that the human killed some wolf-spiders after that. They'll find the spiders soon enough if they didn't believe me anyway. You're safe. From them."

Kreet realized something then. She lowered her tone so Sigmundurr couldn't hear her.

"You're not going to let us out, are you?"

Urmelena made a derisive noise then. "We will take you to the staircase. That was our command. What happens then... well, that's up to the fates."

"Is there anything I can do to change your mind? I don't want to fight you, Urmelena."

"Do you really think I would let a devotee of Pelor live, little kobold? No. You will not survive this trip. You chose your god poorly. But you will reach the staircase safely. That much I can promise. And your little mate will live. I too see much, Cleric. Find comfort in that. Until then, I suggest you pray to your god. You will meet him soon enough."

"And Sigmundurr?"

The dark elf's blind eyes wrinkled in anticipated joy. "He will live. But he will not remain a man."

Kreet fell back as they continued up the path. But she was considering another path. She prayed, fervently and with a purpose. This trip was not going to end without bloodshed. Her fate and that of Sigmundurr, as well as their drow guides, were up to powers beyond her. But as she saw the little kobold's bright blue eyes turn back towards her, she hoped he wouldn't be hurt. She wasn't sure she loved him - certainly not like he did her - but she did care for him. He would try to help, and probably end up in the wrong place at the wrong time.