"When's the last time you saw Phantom of the Opera, Faira?" Kryschenn shouted wryly, jumping and rolling to dodge the glittering spray of shattered chandelier. She realized she had come to a stop about five feet from Kimmy.
"Kimmy!" she whispered harshly, grabbing the kender and hauling her close. "No time for fun and games. Remember when you saw that Cassandra had found that orb jewel thingy earlier? This is serious, okay? It's a big secret, between us, all right? I don't want you telling anyone that I've got it hidden back in my room, got that?" It was a deliberate lie, to doubly misdirect attention from the jewel. Not only did Cassandra still have the real one, but the decoy was actually wrapped safely in one of the handkerchiefs Kryschenn had stuffed in her bra. Krys had read her Dragonlance, and knew that something so interesting as that orb probably stood a good chance of mysteriously "appearing" in the kender's pocket if she knew where it actually was.
Kryschenn looked around frantically. "Where is that lass?" she mumbled, angry that Dungeon Master had led Cassandra off. She had no intention of letting Cassandra or the real orb out of her sight this evening. "I'll be right back," she said, and dashed off in the direction Dungeon Master had led the Mystic.
