"There is n.o.body chasing us, my friend. We haven"t earned the anger of the authorities-not in this region, at least. Were you not known in Calimport as Artemis Entreri? Do not be ashamed of your name!"
Entreri just shook his head, sat back, and took a sip of his wine. This whole adventure on the road was too out of place for him still.
Some time later, the inn clearing out of the nightly patrons, the innkeeper ambled back over to the pair.
"So, when"re ye off to Vaasa?" he asked.
Entreri and Jarlaxle exchanged knowing looks-the way the man had spoken the words showed it to be a leading question.
"Soon, I would expect," Jarlaxle replied, nibbling at the bait. "Our funds are running low."
"Ah, ye"re lookin" for work already," said the innkeeper. "Killin" goblins only? Well, goblins and orcs, I mean? Or are ye in the game for more subtle forms?"
"You presume much," said Entreri.
"True enough, but ye"re not tellin" me that ye"re fighters of the open road, now are ye?"
"Would you like to see?" Entreri offered.
"Oh, I"m not doubtin" ye!" the man said with a broad grin. He held his huge paws up before him, warding the dangerous man away. "But ye look like a pair who might be doing better work for better pay, if ye get me meaning."
"And if we do not?"
The innkeeper looked at Entreri curiously.
"If we do not get your meaning," Jarlaxle explained.
"Ah, well, there"re plenty of jobs about Heliogabalus," the innkeeper explained. "For the right crew, I mean. The authorities are all up at the wall in Vaasa, fighting monsters, but that leaves many citizens wronged back here in town with nowhere to turn."
Entreri didn"t even try to hide his smirk, and in truth, just hearing the man ramble on made him feel a bit more at home. Heliogabalus, after all, wasn"t so different from Calimport, where the laws of the land and the laws of the street were two very different codes. Hecould hardly believe that he and Jarlaxle had been sought out so quickly, though, with no reputation preceding them, but he didn"t think too much about it. Likely, most of the fighters of the region were away in the north, along with most of those who had made their living by keeping order on the street, as well, whatever order that might be.
"And you know of these jobs?" Jarlaxle asked the man.
"Well, that"s me business!" said the innkeeper. "In truth, Fm a bit short o" help right now, and I got a friend askin" me to hire out a job."
"And what makes you think that we are capable of such a job?" Jarlaxle asked.
"When ye been doin" this as long as ol" Feepun here, ye get to know the look," he explained. "I watch the way ye walk. I see the way ye lift yer drinks, the way that one"s eyes keep movin" side-to-side, watchin" everything about him. Oh, I"m guessin" that the work I have for ye, if ye want it, will be far beneath yer true talents, but it"s a place to start." He paused and looked hopefully at the pair.
"Well, pray tell us of this job," Jarlaxle prompted after a lengthy pause. "Nothing against the law of the land, you understand," he added, a typical and expected disclaimer that any self-respecting thief or a.s.sa.s.sin would be quick to add.
"Oh, no, not that," Feepun said with a laugh. "A bit of justice sorted out, that"s all."
Jarlaxle and Entreri exchanged knowing smirks-that was the common disclaimer response, usually meaning that someone either deserved to die, or to be robbed.
"Got me a friend who"s lookin" to get an idol back," the innkeeper explained, leaning in and whispering. "He"s paying good, too. Hundred gold pieces for one night"s work. Ye up for it?"
"Keep talking," said Jarlaxle.
"Seems he"s had a dispute over a little statue. Got stolen by a guy near here. He wants it back."
"How do you know that we are capable of doing this?" Entreri asked.
"Telled ye I knowed how to read me guests. I think ye can. Shouldn"t be too hard a job, though this thief, Rorli, is a nasty one."
"Perhaps a hundred is not enough, then," Jarlaxle put in.
The innkeeper shrugged. "Said he"d give a hundred. Seems like a fair price to me. I can ask-"
"First tell us the particulars," Entreri interrupted. "We have much to do and need to buy supplies for the road north."
The innkeeper grinned and leaned in even closer, detailing all he knew of Rorli, including the location of the man"s apartment, which was not far away. Then, on the request of Jarlaxle and Entreri, the innkeeper left them alone for a bit.
"It might be fun," Jarlaxle said when he and his friend were alone.
"Might get us killed or get Rorli killed."
The dark elf shrugged, as if that hardly mattered. "A hundred gold is a pittance," he said, "but so begins a reputation that might suit us well, perhaps."
"Give me a hundred gold now, so I might buy the items I"ll need for the work," Entreri said.
Grinning widely, Jarlaxle reached into a tiny pouch and pulled forth some coins, then some more and some more-more than the purse could possibly hold, except that it contained an extra-dimensional pocket within- until Entreri had closer to two hundred.
"And we"re doing this for a hundred?" the a.s.sa.s.sin asked skeptically.
"The things you buy will be reusable, yes?"
"Yes."
"An investment, then."
It occurred to Entreri that his companion was enjoying this a bit too much. He knew that usually meant trouble.
Still, he shrugged and motioned for the innkeeper to come back.
Deftly working his housebreaker harness and the ropes he had set with a grapnel on the building"sroof, Entreri scaled the two-story structure, setting himself at the ledge of the second story window that he knew from observation to be Rorli"s bedroom. A quick check had him confident that there were no pressure traps on this side of the gla.s.s.
In perfect balance and with amazing dexterity, the thief pulled forth his other newly-acquired tools, pressing a suction cup delicately against the center of the gla.s.s, then attached a swivel arm, with its diamond-tipped gla.s.s cutter. He traced a perfect circle and tugged lightly, though the cut piece didn"t immediately pull free.
Jarlaxle calmly levitated up beside him. "An interesting contraption for one who cannot levitate," the dark elf said, indicating the harness.
"I make do," Entreri replied.
"But such a waste of money for the darksuit," the drow went on, shaking his head and sighing. "The cloak I gave you is far more effective, and the hat even more than that."
Entreri knew he shouldn"t be surprised by anything Jarlaxle said concerning magic items, and he had been fairly convinced that the cloak he wore was some improved version of the concealing drow piwafwi. The remark about the hat, though, had him completely off-guard.
The hat?" he asked. He brought his free hand up to the short and stiff brim of his bolero.
Tip it down and to the left with your left hand and it will shield you from prying eyes."
Entreri did as the drow instructed and an immediate chill washed over him, bringing a shudder.
There," Jarlaxle announced. "When you feel warm again, just tip the hat."
"I feel like a corpse."
"Better to feel like one than to be one."
Entreri tipped his hat in agreement, and shuddered again, then went back to his work on the window, this time popping the cut circle of gla.s.s free.
Tight fit," Jarlaxle said dryly.
The a.s.sa.s.sin tossed him a smirk and gingerly reached through the gla.s.s, moving his hand slowly and gently, so gently, about the pane in search of a trap.
"Seems like a lot of work," said Jarlaxle.
He reached up to his huge hat and pulled forth a small black piece of cloth. Seeing it, Entreri just lowered his head and sighed, for he knew what was coming.
Jarlaxle spun the cloth about and it elongated, grew larger and larger. The drow threw it against the wall, and the whole area of the structure that the black circle covered simply disappeared. The typical portable hole, a rare and valuable item, created an extra-dimensional pocket, but as with most of his items, Jarlaxle"s device was far from typical. Depending upon which side the drow threw down, the portable hole would either create the pocket, or simply put a temporary hole in whatever surface it had struck. Jarlaxle casually stepped into the room and pulled his hole in behind him, securing the wall once more.
So fl.u.s.tered was Entreri that he almost moved too quickly across the trapped part of the window pane, feeling the slight lump that indicated a pressure trap.
Regaining his wits, the man"s hand worked with perfect movements, and in seconds, he had the trap disarmed and even opened, revealing a small needle, no doubt poisoned.
He had it free and safely stuck through his cuff in a few more seconds, then finished his check of the window, clicked the lock, and entered the room.
"At least I put the wall back," Jarlaxle quipped, indicating the circle of gla.s.s in Entreri"s hand.
A flick of the a.s.sa.s.sin"s wrist sent the gla.s.s piece crashing to the floor.
"So much for secrecy," said Jarlaxle.
"Maybe I"m in the mood to kill someone," Entreri replied, staring hard at the frustrating dark elf.
Jarlaxle shrugged.
Entreri scanned the room. A door was set in the wall across from the window, in the corner to the left, with an open closet beside it. Halfway down the wall to the right of the window stood a chest of drawers as high as Entreri"s shoulder. A bed and night table across from the bureau completed the furnishings. Entreri went for the chest of drawers as Jarlaxle moved to the closet."Poor taste," he heard the dark elf say, and turned to see Jarlaxle rifling through the hanging clothes, most of them drab and gray.
Entreri shook his head and pulled open the bottom drawer, finding some linens, and under them, a small pouch of coins, which disappeared into his pocket. The next drawer was much the same, and the third one up held a.s.sorted toiletry items, including a beautiful bone comb, its handle made of pearl. He took that, too.
The top drawer held the most curious items: a couple of jars of salves and a trio of potion bottles, each filled with a different colored liquid. Entreri nodded knowingly, and looked back to the window, then he shut the drawer and moved along to check the bed.
"Ah, a secret compartment," Jarlaxle said from the closet.
"Let me inspect it for traps."
"No need," said the dark elf.
He stepped back and produced a silver whistle, hung about his neck on a chain. Two short blows and there came a pop and a flash as the secret compartment magically opened.
"You have an answer for everything," Entreri remarked.
"Keeps me alive. Ah, yes, and look what we have here."
A moment later, Jarlaxle walked out of the closet carrying a small statuette, a curious figurine of a muscular man, half white, half black.
"Back to the inn and our reward?" Jarlaxle asked.
In response, the statue began laughing at him. "Doubtful you will be going anywhere, Artemis Entreri!" it said, and the fact that it was addressing Entreri and not Jarlaxle tipped both off that the speech had been preprogrammed, and with foreknowledge of the a.s.sa.s.sin.
"Um ..." Entreri remarked.
The door to the room opened then, and Jarlaxle fell back toward the window. Entreri stayed to his left, over by the bed. In stepped a muscular, dark-skinned man dressed in long and ragged-edged black robes, a many-crested helm on his head. Behind him loomed a horde of huge gray and black dogs, blending in and out of the shadows in the hallway as if they were made of the same indistinct stuff as those patches of blackness.
Entreri felt a pull from his belt, from Charon"s Claw, his magnificent sword. It didn"t feel to him as if the sword was relating its eagerness for battle, though, as it usually did, but rather, almost as if it was greeting an old friend.
"I take it you were expecting us," Jarlaxle calmly stated, and he presented the statue as his proof.
"If you give it over without a struggle, you may find us to be important allies," the large man said.
"Well, I am not endeared to it just yet," Jarlaxle replied with a grin. "We could discuss price-"
"Not that worthless idol!"
"The sword," Entreri reasoned.
"And the gauntlet," the man confirmed.
Entreri scoffed at him. They are better allies to me than you could ever be."
"Ah, yes, but are they as terrible foes as we?"
"Us? We?" Jarlaxle cut in. "Who are you? And I mean that in the plural sense, not the singular."
Both the dark man and Entreri looked at the drow curiously.
"The sword your friend carries does not belong to him," the dark man said to Jarlaxle.
The drow looked to Entreri and asked, "Did you kill the former owner?"
"What do you think?"
Jarlaxle nodded and looked back to the dark man. "It is his."
"It is Netherese!"