[Attalus]

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Creeping cautiously, Veldren followed the trail of the wolf, here a footprint, there a spoor, until he reached a clearing where a small waterfall splashed noisily into a pool. There, drinking from the water was a huge Winter Wolf. Silently motioning Paoli forward, the two notched arrows to their bows, and, on Veldren's nod, loosed their arrows. They both struck the huge thing behind the shoulder, but he was not immediately killed, and rushed them after breathing blue fire from his fanged muzzle. Veldren dropped his bow and pulled out his katanas. He had tried to follow in his father's footsteps and use the two-handed broadsword, but he had not inherited Attalus' massive form, being only three or four inches taller than his mother. He had settled on katanas, since they suited his compact form and deft quickness of stroke.
With his right hand, he slashed the wolf's nose, stabbbing with the left deep into its chest. The razor-sharp steel penetrated hair, shin, and ribs, entering into the mighty chest. At the same time, Paoli struck hard with the boar spear, and down the wolf went, still snapping his jaws in death.
They quickly began to skin him, having no desire to lug the great carcase back to Paoli's cabin. As they finished, the last light disappeared over Toril's rim, and darkness followed quickly. After packing the pelt in a sack, they began to find their way out of the woods.

The war patrol gathered at the cave mouth to enter the Surface at sundown. The priestess issued final instructions. "I want every one of you worthless jaluks on your toes," Shal'drissa hissed. "This is not to be bungled. A spy has told me that an elven princess is to pass this spot on the way to one of their cities tonight. I mean to have her to sacrifice to Lloth, so no harming her. Kill all the escort, but not her. This is close to a very special spot, the site of the worst defeat that the Drow have ever known. The cursed Bhallspawn Attalus with his slut-wife, the rebel drow Viconia defeated our effort to take a Surface city, killing thousands of drow in the process. This very cave was one through which our army marched to die before the walls of that cursed city, Baldur's Gate, it is called. This princess is an emissary from one of the surface elf kingdoms to this Attalus, and her sacrifice to Lloth will humiliate him, and satisfy Mother Lloth very much, so there will be rich reward, more than your desserts, if we succeed. Come on now, let us go, and be as brave as your puny hearts can manage."
With that, she gripped her whip and stalked through the opening onto the now dark surface. Ganstis nudged Bobu. So, this was going to be good sport, plus a chance to improve his House's standing with Lloth. He gripped his scimitar hilt tightly.