supplies. The drow went to investigate these as Wulfgar moved to peer into the
adjoining - and occupied - room.
Also square, this second area was a bit larger than the kitchen. A long table
divided the room in half, and beyond it, directly across from where he stood,
Wulfgar saw a second door. Three giants sat at the side of the table closest to
Wulfgar, a fourth stood between them and the door, and two more sat on the
opposite side. The group feasted on mutton and slurped thick stew, all the while
cursing and taunting each other - a typical dinner gathering of verbeeg. Wulfgar
noted with more than a passing interest that the monsters tore the meat from the
bones with their bare hands. There weren't any weapons in the room.
Drizzt, holding a bag he had found on the shelves, drew one of his scimitars
again and moved with Guenhwyvar to join Wulfgar. "Six," Wulfgar whispered,
pointing to the room. The big barbarian hoisted Aegis-fang and nodded eagerly.
Drizzt peeked through the door and quickly formulated an attack plan.
He pointed to Wulfgar, then to the door. "Right," he whispered. Then he
indicated himself. "Behind you, left."
Wulfgar understood him perfectly, but wondered why he hadn't included
Guenhwyvar. The barbarian pointed to the cat.
Drizzt merely shrugged and smiled, and Wulfgar understood. Even the skeptical
barbarian was confident that Guenhwyvar would figure out where it best fit in.
Wulfgar shook the nervous tingles out of his muscles and clenched Aegis-fang
tightly. panion, he burst through the door and
pounced at the nearest target. The giant, the only one of the group standing at
the tune, managed to turn and face his attacker, but that was all. Aegis-fang
swung in a low sweep and rose with deadly accuracy, smashing into its belly.
Driving upward, it crushed the giant's lower chest. With his incredible
strength, Wulfgar actually lifted the huge monster several feet off of the
ground. it fell, broken and breathless, beside the barbarian, but he paid it no
more heed; he was already planning his second strike.
Drizzt, Guenhwyvar close on his heels, rushed past his friend toward the two
stunned giants seated farthest to the left at the table. He jerked open the bag
he held and twirled as he reached his targets, blinding them in a puff of flour.
The drow never slowed as he passed, gouging his scimitar into the throat of one
of the powdered verbeeg and then rolling backward over the top of the wooden
table. Guenhwyvar sprang on the other giant, his powerful jaws tearing out the
monster's groin.
The two verbeeg on the far side of the table were the first of their group to
truly react. One leaped to stand ready to meet Drizzt's whirling charge, while
the second, unwittingly singling itself out as Wulfgar's next target, bolted for
the back door.
Wulfgar marked the escaping giant quickly and launched Aegis-fang without
hesitation. If Drizzt, at that time in midroll across the table, had realized
just how close his form had come to intercepting the twirling war-hammer, he
might have had a few choice words for his friend. But the hammer found its mark,
bashing into the verbeeg's shoulder and knocking the monster into the wall with
enough force to break its neck.
The giant Drizzt had gored lay squirming on the floor, clutching its throat
in a futile attempt to quell the flow of its lifeblood. And Guenhwyvar was
having little trouble dispatching the other. Only two verbeeg remained to fight.
Drizzt finished his roll and landed on his feet on the far side of the table,
