Incredibly, the mercenaries were holding their own against the sahuagin, starting to push them back into the harbor in some areas. The sheer ferocity of the humans surprised her, and made her respect them as well. Out in the harbor proper, ships burned. Three of them listed heavily in the water, burning down close to the waterline. Others were in the beginning stages of the same fate despite the efforts of dockworkers and sailors to halt it with water brigades. The invisible disc stopped smoothly in front of a warehouse, Iakhovas alighted gracefully, pulling his cloak more securely around him. He drew his sword, revealing the runes carved into the shining blade. It was the first time Laaqueel had seen the weapon, making her realize the agents he had working around Faerun to recover objects he claimed were his were still bringing things to him. He grinned at her, his scarred features and eyepatch highlighted by a flaming catapult load that streaked through the night sky. “Come, little malenti.
