"Oh, by the way, the priest, Cadderly, gave me this letter before we parted ways." Artemis spoke offhandedly, as if the letter didn't really matter.
To Jarlaxle, that behavior suggested that the letter was a threat against them ever going near the Spirit Soaring. Or perhaps, a letter of redemption for the dark pair. Both would hardly appeal to Entreri or Jarlaxle, yet Artemis had given the letter for a reason.
Jarlaxle took the letter and began reading. At first, the letter seemed to support the threat idea. However, Jarlaxle quickly saw that the letter also contain information. And after reading the first few sentences, Jarlaxle, the master of intrigue, was glad that his ebony skin hid the fact that the blood had drained from his face.

"Artemis Entreri,
"Though my conscience implores me not to allow you and your companion to leave, I will honor your wishes. I cannot, and will not, ever forget that you saved my wife.
"However, my good will is finite. I have learned of your last encounter with the Drow ranger, Drizzt Do'Urden. I have learned that you nearly killed him with some trick of magic. It is fortunate, for you, that Drizzt survived that ordeal and suffered no permanent harm.
"But know this assassin, if I ever learn that you pursue Drizzt again, if you ever kill that ranger, I will then hunt you down. I assure you, I have enough faith in my god to achieve victory if we ever meet in combat. Have you such faith in your skill?"
-Cadderly"

Jarlaxle looked slowly and steadily up from the parchment. Entreri was coldly glaring at Jarlaxle.
"You realize the facade was for your benefit, correct?" The mercenary questioned bluntly. He realized his next statement would likely determine if he was to be companionless. For dead men do not count as companions.
"Can you deny that your life has had more meaning and... feel to it since you thought Drizzt killed? Having been freed of your obsession, you could finally get on with the rest of your existence. But only once you believed Drizzt to be no more."
Artemis Entreri continued glare. If he had heard anything Jarlaxle had just said, he didn't appear to care about the reasoning. Then he spoke, "Come, let us continue our hunt."
"The hunt for our bounty quarry? Or the hunt for the Ranger?" Jarlaxle questioned him. But Entreri did not reply.
They continued marching along the path that their quarry had been reportedly sighted on, but Jarlaxle realized the trail could also lead them back to Drizzt Do'Urden. If Entreri did fall back within that obsession, then Jarlaxle had been wasting his time with one so foolish.
Suddenly, Entreri whirled toward Jarlaxle, launching his dagger in the spin. But Jarlaxle, ever alert, and only more so since the disturbing conversation, ducked and launched a dagger of his own. Entreri's dagger flew high above Jarlaxle's right shoulder, while Jarlaxle's dagger flew so close to the assassin that its wake blew his hair.
Each straightened with a hard smirk on his face. At the same time, they glanced behind themselves.
Entreri's dagger had found the ambusher in the throat, while Jarlaxle's had found the other rogue's left eye.
The thieves had been so surprised that they hadn't even shifted position from their lean against the trees behind them. Both Entreri and Jarlaxle had struck so cleanly that the men didn't even fall down, even in death.
Jarlaxle's dagger magically returned to his gauntlet, while Entreri casually walked beside the mercenary to retrieve his own dagger.
Artemis gestured to the rogue that he had killed. "Our quarry," he said simply. Indeed, the man was the target in the bounty contract.
"Come, let us collect the reward," Entreri paused then, and calmly added," let us return and determine our new quarry." He had let go of his obsession a long time ago.
Jarlaxle grinned as he fell in step with the human. Perhaps he ad not wasted his time after all.