“I said, DO NOT CALL ME TUCY!!!” Tuculcha snapped at the Drow Swordsman, then add as an afterthought, “Please.”
She thought for a few moments about their plan. “You want to use my communication mirror to make a portal to rescue that interfering Lorekeeper from Venger? You have got to be out of your mind. That will never work. Even if you could make the portal, Venger would probably know that there’s intruders within his fortress the moment you step in. I have also heard tell that his cells are magic-free zones, so no magic can be used there. How do you propose to create a portal, to the right spot none-the-less, without Venger knowing about it. And even if you do accomplish that, how do propose to free her without your magic weapons? A skeleton key perhaps?”
The Sorceress actually smiled at the thought of Venger loosing his little prize; the bastard deserved more than that. “I do not think that this crazy plan of yours will work. There are just too many holes in it. Just which one of you can make a portal anyway? None of you struck me as strong enough to accomplish such a complicated feat. I will release the trap if you swear to let no harm come to my … to Amar. I will let you try this impossible task. At worst you will all end up in one of Venger’s cells and out of my hair. At best, you will succeed and finally get out of here and leave me about my repairs. So is it a deal?”
