"Ah, this is the life," Laska said as she lay back in the lazy chair mounted on the terrace of her newly (conquered) home. It had been two days since she moved into this mansion and she was enjoying a nice, sunny morning. Noticing the plants surrounding the terrace, she made a mental note that she would have to water them, and immediately decided she'd do it next week. Right now, Laska was too busy snacking from a sandwich, while holding a cup of honeyed morning tea in her other hand.

"Say, Las," Jan said, who was sunbathing in the chair beside her and was actively snacking grapes. "Did I ever tell you about my great uncle Eric's house?"

"No," Laska said. "But don't let that stop you."

"Well, Eric lived in Sembia, you see. And he had a very broad, one storey house. Lovely, but the ceiling was a bit low. Anyway, the day came when the lord of Sembia imposed a new groundtax and, faced with bankruptcy, Eric decided to make his house fly! After attaching four large propellors to the roof, he bought a small army of hamsters to put in several high-yield engines and, while the hamsters were running around in their little wheels, the house rose from the ground until it floated over the large city. Content to never have to pay taxes again, Eric could now sit in his chair and be lazy all day long. This went okay for a couple of months, but then a Silver Dragon called Shiny Pete flying over Sembia was unfortunately too engrossed with looking for a place to park. So, Shiny Pete noticed the house only at the last moment and, with a yelp, made a move to avoid the house, but still knocked off one of the four propellors in the process. The house came crashing down, but it seemed his old lot had been claimed by a wizard who built a tower there. Eric still lives in Sembia, though, his house now balancing on top of the tip of the wizard tower. And Eric still doesn't have to pay his taxes."

"Aha, so Sembia should make a landingstrip for Dragons," Laska chuckled.

"Well, it would certainly curb the destructive tendencies when dragons get frustrated. A Red burned down a whole block just to land on the flattened site," Jan grinned.

"What do dragons want in Sembia anyway?" Laska asked.

"Theater, I guess. Dragons are suckers for theater and Sembia has some great playhouses. But a bad performance tends to get the stage flamed," Jan chuckled.

"Uh-huh," Laska said. "I guess hanging around the lair for a century or two can get pretty boring. Speaking of hanging around the house, I think it's time for us to find a new job."

"New job, eh?" Jan said. "Well, I'm pretty good at shoe-repair. Minsc could become a chef in the Copper Coronet, Keldorn could become a life-insurance salesman and Viconia would make an excellent turnipfarmer. But I think you and Korgan could do nothing else than hacking people to bits... Have you considered a career in turnip-chopping?"

"An adventuring job, Jan," Laska laughed. "We still have to find the buggers who buried that man alive."

"Oh, THAT!" Jan chuckled. "Well, maybe he buried himself. People can have strange hobbies, you know?"

As Laska and Jan walked down the stairs, she noticed her friends were acclimatizing quite nicely as well. Minsc was giving Boo a wash in Sion's tropical aquarium, while Korgan was sitting by the fire soaking his feet in one of Ketta's old suitcases filled with red hot water. Viconia was sitting at the table tossing scraps of bacon at Khittix, who was in turn happily skittering through his new domain. Ipsiya was still in the umbrellastand, thankfully far away from Lilarcor, who had been tossed inside the office upstairs.

Pieces of armor, laundry, weapons, empty bottles and boxes lay haphazardly placed on the floor despite Viconia's insistance for a regular clean up. Laska decided she'd do it tomorrow. Either that or hire a maid...

"Aye, lass," Korgan sighed in a state of bliss, "this be the way ta live."

"Boo is most happy with his new wheel!" Minsc announced.

"How many wheels does that make now, Minsc?" Viconia chuckled. "Fifteen?"

"Twenty!" Minsc shouted in glee. "Jan and I have bought rainpipes and we'll hang them all over the house so Boo can run and move at his merry hamster leisure!"

"Be still, my beating heart," Viconia spoke with desinterest. "Just don't hammer in those pipes without telling me about it. Last time, the paintings dropped from the wall..."

"Ach," Korgan grunted. "We cannae all be artsies like ye, Drowsy."

Then, there was a knock on the door, which resounded through the entire room.

"Ah, Keldorn is back!" Minsc said happily.

"No," Viconia said, when she noticed Khittix had approached the door and make noises resembling a dog's growl. "Keldorn and several other people."

"Well, open up!" Laska chuckled. "Just don't let them see the mess," she said, while kicking some dirty laundry laying about the floor inside the kitchen and quickly pulling her chainmail over her head.

The door was opened and while Viconia held back a growling spider, Keldorn and a group of five members of the Order, three male and two female, stepped through.

"Oy, longlimb!" Korgan shouted. "If ye want ta be hostin' a party 'ere, ye should 'ave called ahead! HAR HAR!"

"I'm afraid it's quite a serious matter, my friends," Keldorn said unease. "We have all been summoned to the Order Guildhouse."

"Oy, I be soakin' me feet! Come back later!" Korgan shouted.

"Yeah, we need to get on the road again too," Laska said. "Looking for jobs and the like to make money for the Imoen fund."

"Trust me on this, my friends," Keldorn said. "The prelate hasn't told me much, but apparently this matter concerns Viconia the most."

"This is bad," Keldorn muttered as he and his friends were led into one of the back offices of the enormous guildhouse. The double doors closed behind them, and they were motioned to sit down on the wooden chairs situated in front of a large raised bench, which contained seats for three people.

"Will you please tell me what the hell is going on?" Laska snarled with a low voice.

"And will you tell me what this has to do with me?" Viconia asked, her voice betraying a sense of unease.

Korgan said nothing, but grunted and combed his beard, while Minsc sat down and put down Boo on the chair next to him. Jan Jansen was cheerfully twiddling his thumbs and daydreamed about turnips the size of a boulder.

"A tribunal," Keldorn said.

A few moment later, three silent, grim paladins entered the room and took their seats at the raised bench. In the middle, sat Lady Sylvana Skye, a graying paladin of Tyr. She had clearly visable laugh-lines in her face, but she conveyed a sense of 'tough but fair'. She was known as the Defender of Justice during tribunals. Prelate Wessalen sat to the right of Lady Skye, taking the role of Speaker for the Order during tribunals, signifying he defended the honor and the interests of the Most Noble Order with dilligence. The third person was the youngest of the three. The dashing Sir Ryan Trawl reprised his role as Speaker for the Members, and acted as a representative for the individual members of the Order.

"All rise!" the bailiff sitting next to the raised bench said. Minsc and Keldorn raised immediately, but the bailiff sheepishly waved the formalities as he noticed the tattooed elven female remained seated and was daring him to say something about it.

"Greetings," Lady Skye began, in a pleasant, yet business-like voice, "I thank you all for coming."

"Sylvana," Keldorn began. "Please tell me what this is about. Why have my friends been summoned here?"

"I'll get to the point," Lady Skye told Keldorn. "Sir Trawl?"

"Keldorn," Sir Trawl began. "Some of our fellow members have expressed doubt in your most recent student, one Viconia DeVir. Some do not approve of a Drow walking among these hallowed halls or remaining with a member of our Order unpunished."

"Typical," Viconia spat.

"And it would not befit the reputation and thus, the effectiveness of the Order," prelate Wessalen broke in, "if it becomes public knowledge that we allowed a Drow, a worshipper of Shar no less, to walk freely."

"I do not see the problem," Keldorn replied. "Even though she worships the nightsinger, she has aided this party in perfroming great deeds in the name of righteousness!"

"Keldorn," Lady Skye said. "She is a creature born of evil and a servant of the Nightsinger to boot. Surely you cannot expect us not to be wary of her?"

"It would not be much of a problem," Sir Trawl continued, "if a single knight hadn't been speaking ill of this and spreading the doubt across our fellow members."

Keldorn suddenly darkened visibly. "Let me guess..."

"Sir Roghyt Dawn has called for this tribunal," Lady Skye said and motioned the bailiff to let the man enter. A thin, yet strong looking man entered the room. He had a hard look in his eyes and his very appearance radiated a sense of pure arrogance. Constantly, Sir Dawn was shooting Keldorn hateful looks while stepping towards the bench.

Suddenly, as he tried to sit down, he heard and enraged cry from the huge man sitting next to him and was violently shoved to the floor.

"YOU ALMOST SAT ON BOO!" Minsc told the man, while his hamster gave a surprised knight a hard look.

"Next time, Sir Dawn," Lady Skye chuckled, "you will look before you set yourself down. You may speak..."

"Thank you, Lady Skye," Sir Dawn spoke. "I represent a group of concerned knights, who..."

"We've already told Sir Keldorn and his student, Sir Dawn," Lady Skye broke in. "And if you had bothered to have shown up in time, you would have known that," she said angrily.

"Please don't tell me, you have started this... circus because of that insane feud that exists only in your mind!" Keldorn snarled at Sir Dawn."

"Nonsense," Sir Dawn chuckled. "I move that Keldorn is a danger to the Order and I move for his ejection from this noble place."

"I see..." Keldorn shook his head.

"Personally, I find the idea of taking a Drow for a student laughable at best. But, Sir Keldorn must have had an ulterior motive for this, I would gather. Have you stolen a look at her? She is a very lovely woman, after all. Just how intimate is your relationship with her, Keldorn? Wife not doing it for you any more?" Sir Dawn grinned.

"YOU DARE!" Keldorn rose and looked ready to jump Sir Dawn to punch some sense into him.

"SILENCE!" Lady Skye shouted. "Sir Dawn, you will refrain from making such speculative comments or we will see who gets ejected around here!"

"I... I beg forgiveness, my Lady," Sir Dawn stammered uneasily.

"Truth be told," Sir Trawl added. "There is a significanty larger group of knights who trust Keldorn's opinion and are prepared to give Viconia DeVir the benefit of the doubt because of that. And then there are the facts that she actively participated in several great deeds of benefit to the entire region, which Keldorn spoke of earlier. Regardless of her motives, she was part of the group that prevented a war between Amn and Baldur's Gate, that ended slavery in Athkatla and that ended the reign of the Sightless One's cult."

"Thus, we have concluded she is to be given a test to prove her worth to the Order," Prelate Wessalen added. "This is to be done to once again bring unity among our members. If she refuses to take the test she will be banned from the city on pain of death."

"I have decided on the test," Sir Dawn grinned at Keldorn. "She is to engage and destroy the organisation of fallen paladins led by the traitor Anarg."

"One Cleric against a dozen battlehardened warriors? That is a suicide mission!" Keldorn shouted.

"The decision has already been made, Keldorn," Sir Dawn grinned. "There is nothing you can do about it."

"This has always been about you and me, Roghyt!" Keldorn snarled. "I will not allow you to sacrifice her life because of our so-called feud!"

While Keldorn and Dawn were arguing, Viconia, who had been watching the procedings with desinterest, stepped up to the bench and calmly said : "I will pass ANY test you set for me, male."

"If you succeed," Sir Trawl directed at the Drow, "you will be doing the Order a tremendous favor."

"If I succeed," Viconia grinned evilly, "I reserve the right to decide the fate of that male iblith, Sir Dawn."

"Such is your right," Lady Skye acknowledged.

"Viconia!" Keldorn said. "You don't have to..."

"A challenge has been made," Viconia replied calmly. "And I will accept."

"Alright!" Laska said. "Let's go! Adventure awaits us!"

"I am sorry, miss Leafwalker," Sir Trawl said. "But your friend must perform this quest alone."

"So I cannae be usin' me bloody axe soon?" Korgan snarled. "How dare ye!"

"If you expect me to leave a friend of mine to face death alone, you are sadly mistaken!" Laska shouted to Lady Skye. "I will carve a path through all the knights which try to keep me here!"

Lady Skye cursed inwardly. The elven female's loyalty was admirable and she was very much capable of making true of her threat. That fool Dawn's issues with Keldorn would get many good men and women killed if the elven female would be driven over the edge...

"Laska, it's okay," Viconia spoke softly. "Those fallen knights are all males so how hard can it be? Besides, who said I had to fight them. I am quite adept at manipulating males..."

"You will be our guests here," Lady Skye told Laska and her friends. "Make yourselves at home until Viconia DeVir has performed her mission."

Laska snarled at Sir Dawn, and quickly slammed her fist against his jaw. "If Viconia dies... You die!" she told him while pointing her moonblade at his face.

"Sir Dawn," Lady Skye told him. "I am ninety-two years old and I had to walk all the way from the government district to get here. If I find you have called for this tribunal because of your idiotic feud with Sir Keldorn and are willing to sacrifice a life for it too boot, I have half a mind to let her kill you..."

Meanwhile, while the party made their way to the main hall, Jan's snoring could be heard in the background.

"I don't believe this!" Laska shouted. "My house is next door and I have to stay in this dump!"

"Korgan!" Keldorn suddenly shouted. "Dammit, put your pants back on!"

"Oy!" Korgan retorted. "The ole prune be tellin' us ta make ourselves at home! And how else do ye expect me to mend that bleedin' hole in me pants."

"Where's the winecellar?" Laska asked. "I could use a good swig around now."

"Ey, Keldy," Korgan said as he reattached his belt. "What be the deal between ye and that daft pansy?"

"Years ago," Keldorn began, "the Order fought a campaign against a large horde of invading orcs in the south. I was acting as an advance scout behind enemy lines when I came across a squad led by Sir Dawn. It was his first command, and from a distance I noticed the battle was already lost. Sir Dawn's commands were erractic at best and suicidal at worst. He was nearing breaking point and kept pushing to attack an enemy which had the squad outnumbered at least twenty to one. Dozens of paladins and clerics fell that day due to his incompetence. I rode down and relieved Sir Dawn of command, which I had to do by knocking him unconscious. He was just about ready to attack me for even suggesting it. I led the retreat of the squad to save who could be saved. Only fourteen out of forty knights returned, but the entire squad could have been saved if Dawn hadn't ordered the attack in the first place. There was a tribunal, and it was decreed he would never get a command again. He has hated me ever since."

"Gee, nice friends," Laska said. "Oh, look! There's Vic!"

Viconia and Sir Ryan Trawl entered the main hall, after a short visit from the armory. For her belt hung a new flail, white as snow and heavily enchanted.

"A Watcher's Flail," Keldorn said, referring to the weapon.

"Yes," Viconia said. "It lacks the dark magics I am used to wielding, but it will have to do."

"Incidentally, miss DeVir," Sir Trawl said. "We are all hoping for your success. Anarg is a wolf in sheep's clothing who has walked aside us in these halls with darkness in his heart. It started out with bribes and espionage and ended with assassinations of Order members and the subversion of the younger squires. He used foul magics to hide his evil natures until he was caught in the act and managed to escape. Due to the shadowthieves, Anarg operates in the Bridge section alone. You will undoubtedly find him there."

"Tell me," Viconia chuckled, a plan already forming. "Is he an arrogant man?"

"Increasingly so," Sir Trawl laughed.

"Perfect..." Viconia purred, as she was led to the entrance of the guildhouse to begin her assignment.

After several hours of searching and waiting. After scouring of backalleys and docks, Viconia finally found her quarry. Using the stealth techniques she had learned during her time in the Underdark, she snuck behind several crates and barrels to observe the situation better. She noticed a group of heavily armored young men, led by a middle-aged fallen paladin. Facing the fallen knights was a group of rag-tag individuals, looking grimy and rugged. A leatherclad half-elven female spoke for the smugglers.

"We shall not allow you to continue your depredations here, Rindus. Take your men and be gone... Your smuggling will not be tolerated any longer," the middle-aged paladin said.

'Ah,' Viconia chuckled inwardly, 'They're still playing paladin... this is perfect...'

"Tolerated, eh?" the female snarled. "You better be able to back your words up, big man. You're going to die trying to take my turf. What, are you trying to convince me that you're still part of the Order, eh, Reynald? You still think you're some kind of goody-goody paladin, eh? You know what I hear? I hear you lost your paladin-hood due to some moxie that seduced and used you like a patsy! What was her name, now? Celestine, wasn't it?"

'A female,' Viconia grinned inwardly. 'Oh, yes. Females have power over the most pure of heart...'

"You know nothing of her, fool! And while I may no longer meet the Order's standards, I'll not stand by and listen to a cur such as you cheapen Celestine's name!" the middle-aged knight snarled.

"We'll see," the female snarled in return. "ATTACK!"

Immediately, the battle began, but it soon became clear to Viconia that the smugglers would never be able to win the battle with these former knights. Already, three smugglers had been killed while the knights remained untouched. Then, the tide turned. One of the clerics on the smuggler's side cast as spell on his teammates. Immediately, the bodies of the smuggers seemed to fade and soon the knights almost panicked when they were unable to see their attackers while they felt the sting of dagger and sword. Viconia decided it was time to strike.

The former knights looked up when Viconia jumped from behind the barrels and launched her spell. Magical energy shot through the area and instantly dissolved the smugglers' invisibility. Now it was the smugglers' turn to panic. Viconia launched spell after spell and the knights fought with tremendous skill. Soon, all smugglers lay dead.

"Greetings to you, friend," the middle-aged fallen paladin greeted gratefully, " I am grateful for your aid against these dogs and would know your name if you are willing to give it."

"I am Briza Del'Armgo," Viconia lied and revealed her Drow heritage by removing her hood. Some of the fallen knights gasped, while the middle-aged man spoke softly.

" I am Reynald de Chatillon, once of the Order and now under the leadership of Anarg," he said. "Forgive my impertinence, milady, but I have rarely seen someone of your heritage brave the surfacelands."

"Indeed," Viconia replied. "Due to an... incident, I was forced to relocate to the surface. I hope to raise my fortune and return to my home to start a new House. I have heard rumors of former knights whom I had hoped to hire for a task."

"Damn right!" one of the younger knights spoke up. "The Order of the Most Radiant Fart never let us do anything."

"Might I ask what kind of task?" Reynald asked, after silencing the young knight with a harsh look.

"I would rather discuss that with your leader, but I can tell you it involves the... liberation of a certain item. Believe me, there'll be ample profit for all of us," Viconia grinned.

"I see," Reynald sighed, and seemed to be oddly saddened by the prospect of thievery. "Well, we do owe you for coming to our aid. I shall inform my master Anarg. He is in hiding, so you must wait here."

Viconia nodded.

"Ah, Keldorn," Sir Ryan Trawl said as he approached his old friend. "I wanted to tell you how truly sorry I am about all this."

"It is not your fault, my friend," Keldorn said. "I just worry about my student..."

Meanwhile, the floor of the guildhouse was looking a lot like the floor of Laska's house : Haphazardly strewn with armor, weapons, empty bottles and boxes. Many a knight cursed like a dockworker after tripping over some klutter for the umpteenth time that day.

"I wonder how Vico is," Laska wondered. "Just thinking about it makes me wanna slaughter this whole place."

"Och," Korgan said, while he was soaking his feet in the breastplate of one of the ornamental suits of armor. "I be jumpin' at the chance to use me axe on one o' these sanctamonious pansies."

"An outrage!" a familiar voice sounded from behind. Laska whipped around and noticed a haughty looking young man with brown hair and a short beard. "You think the Order Guildhouse is your personal sty!"

"Don't blame me," Laska said. "The Order wanted use here, so stop complaining."

"You don't even recognize me, do you?" the man accused. "So typical of common scoundrels like you."

"Do not ask for credit," Laska menaced. "Since a punch in the mouth often offends!"

"Oy, just whip him! HAR HAR!" Korgan laughed. "Ye can take 'im."

"Well, misery seeks company is see," the man replied.

"You are really getting on my nerves, pal!" Laska snarled.

"You are no lady, madam!" the man spoke. "Just a sad, violent, insane, tattooed tramp!"

"Who are you calling sad!" Laska snarled and got ready for a fight, until she suddenly remembered. "OH! You're the guy who's nose I broke three weeks ago during a barfight in the Copper Coronet! In that case, I'm very, very, very sorry..."

"Ah, so you apologize?" the man told her in surprise. "I am pleasantly surprised..."

"I'm sorry your nose was the ONLY thing I broke! How about adding both your legs to the list of broken bodyparts!" Laska shouted.

"What's going on here! LASKA! SQUIRE DELRYN!" Keldorn suddenly shouted as he and Sir Trawl stormed in. Trawl did his best to restrain Anomen Delryn, while Keldorn was having dire trouble getting a flailing Laska to calm down and held her around the waist with all his might. The roaring laughter of Korgan could be heard above the commotion and echoed through the guildhouse.

"Come back here!" she shouted as Sir Trawl led Anomen to one of the backrooms. "Come back so I can BITE YOUR NOSE OFF!"

"Stop it!" Keldorn shouted. "Look, I know you're frustrated and angry, but this isn't helping."

"Frustated doesn't begin to describe it!" Laska retorted. "I can't help my friend because some self-righteous revenge-monger wants you for dinner, Keldorn!"

"I know," Keldorn sighed. "And it's eating at me..."

"Mind you, that squire isn't the first member of this Order I ticked off. Do you know a man called Ajantis?" Laska asked.

"Yes," Keldorn said. "A fine paladin, if a little overzealous."

"Well, when we first met, I gave him... a wedgie," Laska chuckled.

"What?" Korgan said. "Did ye be pullin' his shorts a mite or did ye really be pullin' his shorts over 'is head?"

"Well..." Laska laughed.

"You didn't!" Keldorn said in surprise.

"OY!" Korgan shouted. "Anyone seen Minsc?"

Viconia was still waiting for the knights to return, when she heard soggy boots approaching from behind from a distance. She turned around, only to stand face to face with Minsc.

"Ah, we have found little Viconia!" A drenched Minsc announced.

'What the hell?' the Drow wondered.

"Minsc was unable to save Dynaheir," Minsc choked. "NEVER again, shall Minsc allow a friend to be in danger while he and Boo can do something about it! NO SIR!"

"Well, that's... sweet, but how did you get so wet?"

"Boo and I climbed through a window in the latrine! Sadly, there was a moat under the window and we ended up all wet." Minsc said. "But Minsc has a plan : The three of us fight the knights, we win and we return to the Order to celebrate our victory over EVIL!!!!"

"Minsc!" Viconia snarled. "I need you to hide and stay absolutely silent! I already have a plan. Anarg is the only real criminal here. The others are mostly disgruntled youngsters, but still act much like paladins. I plan to create a rift between Anarg and his men, so I... we only need to fight Anarg."

"Ooooh!" Minsc said. "Isn't that clever, Boo?"

"Sssssst!" Viconia hissed. "They return."

Minsc immediately ducked between the barrels when Reynald strolled over to Viconia.

"Anarg will hear you..."

Viconia strolled in the dark room where Anarg stayed. It was a rather spartan room, and Anarg, a charismatic former knight sat in the middle of the room and eyed Viconia hungrily.

"So, you must be Briza Del'Armgo?" he grinned, while Viconia nodded. "Let's hear your proposal."

"Alright," Viconia grinned. "I have heard from a reliable source, that a set of very valuable gemstones is being shipped through this city and is being kept in an inn under guard. The whole transport is low profile and very hush-hush. Now, my suggestion is that you and your men liberate the shipment, and kill all the witnesses in the inn..."

"Quite a risk," Anarg said warily.

"Ah, but the best things are gained by risk," Viconia chuckled. "Are you prepared to take... a risk? I could offer you a little extra incentive. You know of the Drow? Trust me, a book could never do justice to the truth."

'Score,' Viconia thought when she felt the eyes of the fallen knight roving over her body.

"I would need to... sample the wares before making my decision, Briza," Anarg grinned.

'You're SOOO predictable, Viconia grinned, strolled around Anarg and slowly started to nibble on his earlobe, making the fallen knight shudder with extasy. Then, as quickly as she had begun, she stopped. "Work first," she grinned. "Play later..."

"I shall inform the men," Anarg grinned.

"You cannot do this!" Reynald shouted at Anarg, while many of the younger former knights were giving Anarg dirty looks.

"I have taken you in, and THIS is your gratitude?" Anarg snarled. "You WILL follow orders!"

"But we cannot attack the Den of the Seven Vales!" Reynald said. "Do you even realize how many innocent people will end up in the middle of this raid?"

"Is this the 'glorious new life' you've promised us if we'd leave the order?" one of the youngest former knights wailed.

"I say NO!" Yet another knight called.

Meanwhile, Viconia was grinning like a chesire cat. Her plan was working perfectly. "Well, now," she sing-songed. "I guess you aren't in control of this group after all."

"Obey!" Anarg shouted. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning, curtousy of Viconia, crashed into the Full Metal Plate of Anarg, knocking him to the ground with a cry of intense pain. Then, when Anarg finally noticed the symbol on the top of the flail, he croaked, "You... you... you were sent by the Order."

"Correct," Viconia chuckled and rose her flail in the air.

"ANARG!" one of the former knights shouted and short forward to protect his master.

"NO! Minsc will protect!" the huge ranger shouted, picked up the former knight by the nape of the neck and threw him off the bridge head-first while Viconia slammed down her flail on Anarg's head, ending his miserable life with one foul blow.

"What fools we have been," Reynald spoke with bowed head. "He used us... What is to become of us now?"

"Ermm, Boo says you might go back to where you started," Minsc suggested. "If many Order knights are like Keldorn, they will let you in to fight evil once more!"

"I have you now, Keldorn," Sir Dawn tormented Keldorn as the aged Inquistor was pacing around nervously, awaiting news of Viconia. "Your student will die, and you will be ejected from the order. I will finally get even with you after all these years."

"You are a delusional fool, Dawn," Keldorn snarled. "And I regret having ever called you 'comrade'."

"KELDORN!" Laska shouted from the other side of the guildhall, much to the consternation of the other knights. "VICONIA IS BACK!"

"WHAT?!" Dawn asked incredulously.

A few moments later, Minsc and Viconia walked in the guildhall, followed suit by several former knights of which many were begging for forgiveness the instant they talked to anyone. The members of the tribunal came out to congratulate Viconia on her success as well.

"This is NOT possible!" Dawn shouted, but Viconia simply smiled and tossed him a bloody bag. Dawn blanched as he recognized the head inside of it.

"Goody, Vic!" Laska laughed. "I knew you'd make it."

"Congratulations," Lady Skye smiled. "And my I apologize to you on behalf of the entire Order. You shall be allowed to walk these halls forever more. Not only have you defeated the Fallen Paladins, but you have managed to convince all of Anarg's men to return to their rightful place. This day shall be remembered for a long time..."

Viconia smirked at Dawn and bowed her head at Lady Skye for only an instant. "Excuse me, but I remember I was allowed to decide Sir Dawn's fate?" Viconia asked with an innocent voice.

Laska started to whisper something into Viconia's ear. After a snort, Viconia strolled over to Sir Trawl, Prelate Wessalen and Lady Skye and whispered her plan in their ears as well.

Barely being able to contain her laughter, Lady Skye spoke to the crowd. "Sir Dawn, it is the decision of this tribunal..."

"Twenty!" Laska counted. "Only eighty more laps to go, Dawnie!"

All paladins and clerics of the Order were gathered to watch the spectacle and it seemed Sir Dawn was drawing quite a crowd on the other side of the district as well. Dawn, suffering from one of Laska's horrible pranks and from Lady Skye's vengeful nature, had been sentenced to running one hundred laps around the guildhouse naked, with his rear end painted green, wearing a bucket for a helmet and having a note saying 'I am a lowly male iblith' pinned to his back.

"I know I shouldn't laugh," Keldorn snickered. "But... but..." he stammered before once again falling into a fit of laughter.

"Oh, this is the highlight of the year!" Lady Skye chuckled.

"Hey," Jan said as he walked out the door and wiped the sleep from his eyes. "What happened?"