The creature wearing Vazeiros' face bares its teeth, furious as Stephen escapes its grip, reality shunted a few paces to the left by a meddling gods-damned wizard—
but if the wizard gets to reshape reality at his whim, so does the drow. The room around them stretches, elongating unnaturally, putting the door what appears to be miles out of Stephen's reach. Even if he could reach it, stacks of shelving fall from the ceiling in front of it, boxing him and Vazeiros in together and creating a maze between Stephen and the door. The books at their feet come alive and bite at his ankles, trying to drag him down to the floor.
Vazeiros—or whatever's pretending to be Vazeiros—stalks toward him. Books part to let him pass easily. There's a sword in his hand now; when did that happen? Where did it come from? Ness always said her father came to Candlekeep because he never wanted to pick up a weapon again. Whatever the answers, the important thing is this: as soon as gets close, he swings out for Stephen's head. He's got nothing else to say, at least for now.
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but if the wizard gets to reshape reality at his whim, so does the drow. The room around them stretches, elongating unnaturally, putting the door what appears to be miles out of Stephen's reach. Even if he could reach it, stacks of shelving fall from the ceiling in front of it, boxing him and Vazeiros in together and creating a maze between Stephen and the door. The books at their feet come alive and bite at his ankles, trying to drag him down to the floor.
Vazeiros—or whatever's pretending to be Vazeiros—stalks toward him. Books part to let him pass easily. There's a sword in his hand now; when did that happen? Where did it come from? Ness always said her father came to Candlekeep because he never wanted to pick up a weapon again. Whatever the answers, the important thing is this: as soon as gets close, he swings out for Stephen's head. He's got nothing else to say, at least for now.