Jhasso said, trying to peer through the little window in his cell. “Or yours,” Jaheira offered. The sound of battle was unmistakable, though far off and muffled by at least one floor. Abdel could hear the ring of steel on steel, the stomp and scuffle of feet, a body falling, then another. His arms tensed, and he tried again to pull the bars out of the window. They shifted this time but only a little. He felt like a rat in an innkeeper’s trap, and he wanted out. “No,” Jhasso answered Jaheira. “I don’t have any friends.” “Not if there’s been a doppelganger you making enemies all over the city for as long as you say you’ve been in there.” Jaheira agreed. “Damn them,” Jhasso said, “I thought they were all in Waterdeep.” The three of them, all cold, exhausted, and teetering on the edge of claustrophobic insanity, just stood there listening to the sound of battle. A door burst in suddenly, and the sound was close. Abdel turned his head and pressed his cheek into the bars trying to see anything.
