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soon,” Nimor interrupted. “Remember, Patron Xorthaul, this was never intended to be anything other than a simple feint, easily deflected, by which we might assay the real strength of the matron mothers of Menzoberranzan. The next blow will be the one that beats down their guard and slices deep into flesh.” He decided to turn the topic and set someone else on the defensive. “As I am the last to arrive, I have no news of how affairs proceed in the other cities. What of Eryndlyn? Or Ched Nasad?”
    Cold smiles twisted cruel faces. Nimor blinked. It wasn’t often that the patron fathers encountered an event in which they could collectively take pleasure. Grandfather Mauzzkyl himself broke the news.
    “Eryndlyn proceeds much as we expected—Patron Father Tomphael brought tidings not dissimilar to your own—but Ched Nasad… . From Ched Nasad, Patron Father Zammzt returns in triumph.”
    “Really?” drawled Nimor, impressed despite himself.
    He restrained a hot flash of jealousy and turned to face Zammzt, a dark elf of such unremarkable appearance he might have been a lowly armorer or swordsmith, a common artisan barely a step above a slave. Zammzt merely folded his arms across his chest and inclined his head in recognition of Grandfather Mauzzkyl’s remark.
    “What happened?” asked Nimor. “Ched Nasad should not have fallen so easily.”
    “As it happened, Anointed Blade, the stonefire bombs your duergar allies provided us had a devastating effect on the calcified webs upon which Ched Nasad was built,” Zammzt said, doubtless feigning his humility. “Just as flame consumes a cobweb, the stonefire devoured the very structure of the city. With their castles and their palaces plummeting to the bottom of the cavern like burning sparks of paper, the Ched Nasadans could organize no real defense at all. No strong point of any significance survived the fires, and few of the House armies escaped from the conflagrations to contest the cavern.”
    “What is left of the city?”
    “Very little, I’m afraid. A few isolated districts and outlying structures relegated to side caverns survived the fire. Of the city’s people, I would guess that half perished in the fall and roughly one-third fled into the outer tunnels, where they will doubtless come to a variety of bad ends. Most of the survivors belong to those minor Houses allied with us, or minor Houses who were quick to appreciate the new order of things in the city.”
    Nimor stroked his chin and said, “So, from a city of twenty thousand, only three thousand remain?”
    “A little less, after the slaves fled the city,” Zammzt replied, allowing himself a fierce grin. “Of the spider-kissing females, nothing remains.”
    “Likely some number of Lolth priestesses escaped with those who fled into the Underdark,” Nimor mused. “They won’t all die in the tunnels. Still, that is great news, Patron Father. We have freed our first city from Lolth’s dominion. Others are sure to follow.”
    Patron Father Xorthaul, the mail-clad priest, snorted in dissent.
    “What’s the point of removing the Lolth-worshipers from a city if you must level the city to do it?” he asked. “We may rule Ched Nasad now, but all we rule is a smoking chasm and a few dispossessed wretches.”
    Mauzzkyl shifted his weight and said sharply, “That does not matter, Xorthaul. We have spoken before of the costs of our efforts. Decades, even centuries of misery are nothing if we achieve our ends. Our master is patient.” The revered grandfather offered a hard, cruel grin. “We have in two short months accomplished something our fathers among the Jaezred Chaulssin have worked toward for centuries. I would gladly repeat a dozen Ched Nasads all across the Underdark if it succeeded in breaking the Spider Queen’s stranglehold over our race. Ched Nasad may be in ruins, but when the city rises again it will rise in our image, its society molded by our beliefs and guided by our secret hand. We