He had to stay perfectly silent. If he wasn't the priests would get very angry.
Aramil Galaedon pulled the pendant from under his shirt. Currently it had the symbol of Mask. This was what marked him as Assassin Lord over those who worshipped Mask. Now, it was time to figure out what kind of lord he really was.
Pressing the pendant in between his hands Aramil thought about all he had done. His whole body became covered in cuts. As much as it hurt he couldn't scream. His palms began to bleed as if the skin had been peeled off. Then, it was over.
When Aramil looked at the pendant it was in the shape of a dagger. He was a Daggerlord.
The elven encampment was very interesting to those who had never seen one. Every elf lived in a tree. To one side of the grove there was weapons' training. Entreri took careful note of what was going on over there. Other parts of the grove did various other interesting, or not so interesting activities. Some of these were cooking, dancing, playing, and many other things.
Suddenly, one elf ran forward towards the group. She had the standard silver hair and light green eyes with gold flecks. The only really interesting feature was that she showed more strength than most of the other female elves.
"Takari, what is it?" asked the elf that had talked to Entreri and Jarlaxle early on.
"Galaeron, your son is trying to leave again," she said.
"Couldn't you stop him?" asked Galaeron.
Takari just shook her head.
"Deal with the prisoners we got. I'll go get my son," Galaeron ordered.
Takari nodded and looked at Entreri and Jarlaxle. It occurred to Entreri that a similar scenario had been played out before, and not just by whatever elf Galaeron was going to fetch either.
"Callahan?" Galaeron called out to his son.
There was no answer. Carefully, Galaeron looked around. He saw the signs of packing. He even saw the pack. It was well hidden and had everything Callahan would need for a long journey.
As Galaeron left he saw Callahan approaching Entreri and Jarlaxle.
Artemis Entreri and Jarlaxle were getting sick of waiting. They had been standing amidst this circle of elves for far to long. Then, they spotted Callahan.
Entreri spotted the kid because the eyes had a red glow to them. It was something the assassin had gotten used to noticing. He was instantly reminded of Aramil. Aramil had had that same glow to his eyes. "Aramil," he said quietly under his breath, finally putting the puzzle together, and not liking what he was seeing at all.
Jarlaxle noticed Callahan when he realized Entreri was gazing at the kid intently. It was a very odd behavior, and Jarlaxle wondered what Entreri was seeing that he wasn't.
As Callahan walked into the ring of elves to get a good look all of the elves that saw him, and let him through, sighed in relief. Callahan was glad of that; nobody actually suspected he was leaving. Then, he saw the prisoners and his whole plan had something knew thrown into the mix. The human had red eyes.
Callahan and Entreri locked eyes for several minutes. Then, Callahan felt a tug on his shoulder. He spun around, only to face his very angry father.
"Throw the prisoners in the dungeon and take away their weapons! I need a few words with my son," Galaeron cried.
The elves were quick to comply.