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[( Lols@Skeletons being able to hear)]

A few moments later they were all through, Drizzt led the way, his two twin scimitars, Icingdeath in the left hand, Twinkle in the right, drawn and held in a reverse grip, ready for unexpected attacks, though it was quite clear that this level at least was clear, but nonetheless. Wulfgar didn't bother with Aegis-fang, keeping the large warhammer strapped across his back since in such tight confines, it wouldn't be of much use.

Catti-brie and that wondrous bow of hers was third in line, then Jarlaxle, Artemis and then Regis riding atop Guenhwyvar, the 600 pound panther standing tall, trying to stay as far away from the slime and goop of the sewers as much as possible.

The party would continue until they reached the next level, not much going on since below the ground, only filth resided, and giant rats, but those didn't really bother anyone except Catti-brie.

Catti-brie could barely see around Wulfgar's bulk, but the voice she heard, "Kill the intruders" told all. She called out for Wulfgar to move to the side as she pulled the bowstring back, but then stopped, for something had blocked her view.

At the shout, Drizzt moved forward swiftly, his step hastened by magical anklets. Thus he was already within striking range by the time the skeleton had finished talking, it would find a mouthful of blade, as Twinkle came around in a slash, aiming for the lower mandible of the creature's skull, attempting to slice through that and the neck, severing the head from the undead's shoulders. At the same time Catti-brie had moved past the barbarian and again raised her bow, Taulmaril's string glowing and sparking, transferring the electric current to the arrow notched and then let fly as the drow moved just enough t allow a shot at the right skeleton, for Drizzt had attacked the left.

In the tight confines, nothing much could be done, to evade the arrow, and if it did hit, the skeleton would most likely be blown apart by the power as the missle would streak through it's spine. If it hit.

[( I'm going to raincheck this, for I need to sleep, suddenly fatigued for some reason. )]

A small jingle was heard as the door to Logan's Fishing Store opened - revealing a massively broad chest.

Donner sighed and stooped down, twisting his body to the side to enter the shop. Obviously this place didn't get many visitors over seven feet tall.

The Aesir was wearing a pair of ratty cargo pants - they looked like they'd been restitched and patched together twenty times - as well as a pair of giant sneakers and a simple white shirt. His hands entered his pockets as he walked, stooped over to avoid banging his head on the rafters, to the counter.

He'd heard rumours that old man Logan was in need of assistance with something, and whilst Donner had never met the man before, he was always the one to lend a hand in time of need. Plus...

"Maximos, you there?" He asked, craning his head around to see if his shadowy 'brother' was following him - to smash his head into a wooden rafter, the wood splintering as Donner growled in frustration.

The Shadow never did anything normal. Always in his lofty island, alone and buried in books. He needed to get out and do something normal - well, something that was normal by human standards. And what else could be better then a good ol' bit of fishing between friends? Besides, Donner hoped that some of the bonding nature normally derived from fishing would help them bridge the gap that had come between them, what with the severing of limbs and promises of death and so on...

Plus Donner wished to see him at least try to fish. The thought alone was amusing enough.

Donner rolled his eyes as he rubbed his forehead. "Dont you think if i wanted to fight, you'd have heard me coming a mile away? Odin's beard, i can barely walked through a damn store without crashing into something."

He dropped his hand and looked Maximos up and down. For lack of better words, he was not impressed. "What the Hel are you wearing? you look like a nineties reject."

"No no...it was just...unexpected." Donner replied, the confusion obvious on his face.

He span on his heel, trying to process the image of Maximos in...such bizarre civilian gear - to narrowly miss the beam he'd cracked his head on before. Laughing in triumph, he ducked under it - to knock into the light fixture in the roof, the light dancing wildly as he tried to hold it steady.

Now that Maximos had finally showed up - another strange thing, why the hell had he been late, he was never friggin late - he called out to the back of the shop. "Hello? We're here about your problem...some kinda fish problem?"

"...Right." Donner said, catching the keys in his left hand, the metal hitting metal with a 'clink'.

Turning around - ducking a hanging bait sign at the same time - Donner smiled down to Maximos, spinning the keys around on his finger like a gunslinger would spin his six-shooter. "Ready to fish?"

Donner only barely managed to stop from leaping back into the counter before his mind twigged at what the knife actually was.

"Wha...Max, you cant fish with that! You need a rod!" Donner yelled as he pushed past his smaller shadowy sibling, walking back out into the open and approaching the docks, beginning to look for their boat.