I woke up leaning on a wall in a pool of blood. A throbbing pain went through my chest, starting out from my left arm. As I tried to reach for it, I became aware again of what had happened. But what I never had expected was that my injury had been bound up. According to the material, it looked like a professional bandage made by a Drow. Why did she spare my life, even as I wanted to slay her?
»Humiliated by a fucking child!« I roared out furiously.
I searched for my removed arm and found it near the altar.
»Where is that goddamn Boggle when I need him?« I cursed to myself and called out his name.
»Bolnul!« and before I realized it, the critter was stepping out of the shadows.
I pointed my separated arm towards him.
»You know about this dark magic, don't you? Do something!« I urged.
He grabbed the arm in his usual rude and grumpy way, knelt down next to me, and began to remove the bandage. While he prepared everything, he seemed to mutter, unsatisfied with himself in his native language.
»By the gods, you damn creature. How often have I told you to learn our language at last!« I growled sinisterly at him, but he shook his head, holding my arm in the proper place, and seemed to start the ritual.
As the first strands joined together again, a sharp, almost intolerable pain ran through me, paralyzing me thoroughly after my sudden, deep scream before I became unconscious again.
When I opened my eyes again, I noticed that my arm was almost restored. It still felt a little numb, but I could easily raise it again and wiggle my fingers.
I straightened up clumsily and spent the next couple of hours looking for a way back into the Underdark. Hopefully, Tarzyr had followed my demand and left the city with Yasmih. I decided not to make a report in Menzoberranzan anymore and headed for the outlying hut I arranged with Tarzyr several years ago, where we should meet in such an emergency. It took me a few days to get there, and I was filled with gratification when I met the two of them there, safe and sound.
»What happened?« Tarzyr asked me worriedly as he took me in his arms.
»That Teleyal child is driving me crazy. I had never expected that she could have such magical power by that age,« I answered him, more aggrieved than I liked.
»And this is what happened?« he asked teasingly as he tugged at the tear in my sleeve.
»Oh fuck« I yelled loudly at him and pushed him away from me unconsciously.
»Her damn lover ripped« I continued noisily »my arm out in battle.« and exhaled loudly.
He carefully approached me and gave me a soft kiss on the open spot on my arm.
»And your necromantically gifted boggle put it back onto your beautiful body?« he purred.
I barely had time to nod before he placed one of his paws behind my neck, pulling me to him and giving me a kiss. After a little surprise, I snuggled up to him and returned the kiss.
»And now what? We can't stay here!« he inquired after a brief silence.
»What about on the upper world? Luskan is supposed to be safe for Drow.« I hopefully mentioned while picking up Yasmih on my arms.
»We'll leave tomorrow first thing.« he said optimistically as he also began preparations.