Artemis Entreri watched Jarlaxle toss and turn in his sleep. It was said that drow don't dream, but Jarlaxle was no ordinary drow. Entreri supposed he could just be having sleep problems, but he had never seen Jarlaxle like this. Usually he just stayed in one spot on the bed, and occasionally smiled, but had never tossed and turned like this.
Entreri's supposition about sleep problems went away as Jarlaxle sat up straight in the bed. After a mere second he started smiling. Jarlaxle reached over to the nightstand for his hat, and Entreri asked, "Bad dreams?"
Jarlaxle chuckled. "Preposterous! You know that drow don't dream." He reached over and put his eye patch on, without removing a hat. It was quite a feat.
"Sleep problems then?" Asked Entreri. Jarlaxle smiled and shrugged.
In truth, Jarlaxle was a bit worried. He had been having this dream for a week, and it wasn't magic induced, he knew, for one night he had slept with his eye patch on. When he had tried looking in on Bregan D'aerthe he hadn't been able to see anything.
Jarlaxle knew of no other drow who had ever dreamed anything. Only him. The last time he had dreamt was the night before Zaknafein had been killed.
Jarlaxle flicked the purple feather of his hat. "I have nothing to do today. You will be without benefit of my company today, and I am infinitely sorry." Entreri snorted and watched as Jarlaxle walked out of the inn, his boots clacking loudly every step of the way.
Jarlaxle spent most of the day thinking about his dream, walking in the forest just outside of town. Entreri, however, had a job to do. He was teaching the town militia how to fight. He didn't like the job much; he was disappointed in the skill of the men he was training. He could take the town militia by himself.
Jarlaxle decided to go back to the inn. The innkeeper had learned that Jarlaxle was good as drow go, and had even started to like him. "Visitor for ye." He grunted. Jarlaxle tipped his hat at the innkeeper, but inside he was wondering who had reason to visit him
As he walked to his room, a slim and short elf walked out of a hiding place. Jarlaxle turned to look at him. The elf looked tired, and a bit annoyed. He was adorned with all sorts of outlandish trinkets, and had two kukris at his belt.
"Valas Hune!" Said Jarlaxle. "Why did you journey so far from our homeland to see me?" Valas answered, "Your band is in dire straights. Kimmuriel is trying to destroy all those loyal to you so that when you return, he can keep control of the band." Jarlaxle was no longer smiling.
He nodded and saw Entreri enter the inn. When Entreri was close enough so that they would not be overheard, Jarlaxle said, "Entreri, I would like to ask you a favor." Entreri was taken aback. Jarlaxle continued. "Kimmuriel is trying to take over Bregan D'aerthe. I must journey to the underdark to stop him."
Entreri could see where this was going. As much as he disliked the underdark, and the drow, he knew that he would be able to come back to the surface, as long as he survived. He didn't worry much about the surviving part.
"I'd like you to go with me." Jarlaxle finished. Entreri nodded. Jarlaxle smiled. "That went better than I'd thought!" Valas, who knew common, asked Jarlaxle in drow, "Are we to bring a colnbluth to the underdark with us?"
Entreri replied in drow, "I'm no ordinary colnbluth." He had figured out that Valas was drow before he had spoken the drow language, and had expected something like this.
Valas ignored him and stared at Jarlaxle, who nodded. "Off to the underdark!"