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Chapter 2 – Best Served Cold The walls of Waterdeep loomed in the distance.    Sitting on a boulder in the shade of a small copse of trees in the early morning sun, Bishop regarded them thoughtfully, chewing on a blade of grass he had heedlessly ripped from the earth.    It had been three days since the little mouse had given him the slip, leaving him looking like a dunce. Three days of following the tracks of the cart that had taken her from his immediate reach. Three days to think about how to proceed from here.    He had to admit the wisest course of action would have been to take the money he h