> Sorry for being so late in responding to this. I hardly know where to begin. Let's see, the formatting was no problem, I found it clear and easy to follow and the different parts came together nicely. Echoing the sentiments of the others, the Khalid scene was very well executed, with Darvith's cool thoughts the perfect counterpoint to Jaheira's grief.
> The man grimaces. “I am no idiot. I am Yoshimo!” He pauses, looking at me
> from the side of his eyes, then frowns. “You know. Yoshimo? ”
*grins* That line always makes me laugh.
> > Ah Imoen, you would be quite shocked at the capabilities of one man.
Oh, yes.
> I look him over again. “You remind me of someone I once knew,” I tell him.
> “A woman, Tamoko. Kara-Turan, are you? She was the same.” He is fairly
> petite, though in impeccable shape, and his darkly stained leather armor
> has been fit specifically for his body, I am certain. His garments are
> hardly the tattered uniform of Irenicus' prisoners. Strange that he would
> still carry his personal equipment, when ours was so thoroughly stripped
> away.
Point to Darvith for observing that. Will be interesting to see how these two get on and how long it takes for Darvith to discover the truth.
> “For the next handful of minutes at least,” I say, “You are the most
> interesting thing in the bloody world, to me.”
Like that one. 
> The door before us stands open. Stepping over the threshold I scan the
> room, a cursory look for any obvious dangers. More bookcases and display
> cases. Crates in against walls, or in the center of the room (well, one
> knows for certain the man has sufficient storage space.) Black metal
> cages. Bottles filled with liquid. Shelves filled with oddities. The
> preserved corpse of a bat. The dissected corpse of a rabbit. There is
> death everywhere. The room smells like nothing.
> Surgical equipment lies abandoned on large, man-sized tables. Streaks of
> blood stain the floor and this room is so cold I see only what any human
> would. It is fortunate then that the room is illuminated, though only
> barely, by ever-present balls of magical light. I have grown to rely too
> strongly on infravision.
> Yet even in the dimness I see the corpse lying on a table, organs I
> presume to be his kept in jars along his side. Imoen grips my arm, and
> looks away.
And here it comes... Again, a very well executed scene, dark and sinister the way it should be. Even after having been through that lab so many times it still made me shudder.
> > “It seemed a possibility.” My words are chosen carefully, and spoken
> gently. “And a rather great one. He was not with us. He seemed to be
> nowhere.” She stares at me blankly. “I was prepared for this,” I tell her.
> And it is, of course, true. “But I am sorry for your loss.” Perhaps not so
> true.
Very cold. Very calculated. I wonder when she'll find out?
>
> Damn. That is all we need. That is all I need. A raised Khalid bumbling
> over his words, tripping on his feet and telling tales best left unspoken.
*Khalid points an accusing finger and his rotting hand falls off* "It w-was him! He d-did it!" Very Poesque! 
Intrigue and darkness, betrayal and despair. Very nice. Well, not nice, but you know what I mean.
