（外文电子版资料）Paul S. Kemp - Erevis Cale 2 - Another Name for Dawn.pdf

ABC Amber Text Converter Trial version, /abctxt.html It’s hard to get into the Night Masks.It’s impossible to get out. Another Name for Dawn By Paul S. Kemp The garbage-strewn alley behind the Black Eye stank of puke and rotting fish. Vasen wrinkled his nose, endured the odor, and stared holes into the Eye’s backdoor. It was nearly four hours past midnight. Jeldis would be coming through in moments. The target, Nomen Thorsar, soon thereafter. At ease in the darkness, Vasen settled deeper into the shadows beside the inn’s back exit. Selûne rode full and bright in the night sky above but the tall wooden buildings that lined the alley blotted out her light. Here, only a soft silver glow reached down to caress the street. Vasen waited, tense. Long seconds passed. With the waters of the Inner Harbor only a dagger toss behind him, he could hear the waves of the Sea of Fallen Stars lapping against Westgate’s piers. The sound lulled him to lethargy. To keep himself occupied, he ran through his Dwarven language lesson from the day before. Vasen enjoyed both the linguistics lessons and the after-session talks with Theevis, his teacher. Everything else that involved the Night Masks was drudgery to him. Though the Faceless, the Mask’s guildmaster, had culled him from an orphanage and trained him up as an assassin and translator, Vasen knew that the guild would discard him whenever it became convenient. He owed them no gratitude, and now he wanted out. To get out he needed coin, and he knew how to earn money only through extortion, bribery, and assassination. The logic was inexorable and ironic. To get out, he needed to get deeper in.From behind the inn’s door, the loud crash of a broken dish gave him a start. He rebuked himself for his inattention and refocused on the job. He could not afford to be sloppy. The murmur of voices carried through the inn’s oak walls. An occas