Author's Note: I am aware that I may not have been to clear on Sahide. He ran away when the elves found Jarlaxle and Entreri.
Aramil looked at his apprentice and smiled. At only sixteen Artemis, his apprentice was being sent to a very important meeting with one of the other pashas of the city.
Artemis hadn't even gone through his coming of age test.
"Artemis," he said quietly as he moved beside the lad.
Artemis just looked at him.
"You're probably the best choice Bassadoni could make to go to this meeting."
Artemis smiled. It was one of Aramil's favorite things to see, and one he didn't normally.
"You're the closest thing I have to a son," Aramil finished quietly.
Just before he left he thought he heard Artemis say," I hope you get a good night's sleep tonight so that you can help meget to my coming of age test..," Artemis paused, then continued," Father."
The fact that Artemis considered him a father made Aramil feel better than he had ever felt in his 278 years.
"Awfully dank in here, isn't it," Jarlaxle complained.
It fell upon deaf ears.
"We came peacefully, they should treat us better," he continued.
Entreri didn't hear him.
"What do you think, Artemis?"
His name did not even bring him out of his trance.
Jarlaxle looked at Entreri finally realizing that the man wasn't paying any attention. Entreri had been like this since they had started to drag him away. That's when Jarlaxle had noticed it anyway. Entreri had just kept staring, but at what? Jarlaxle replayed the scene over and over in his head. He needed to know.
"What am I to do with you, Callahan?" Galaeron asked his son. This wasn't the first time Callahan had tried to run away, and Galaeron needed to figure out how to stop the attempts from happening.
Callahan just stood there.
"Callahan, listen to me," Galaeron said in an annoyed voice.
Callahan didn't move a muscle.
"What's the matter?"
"Red eyes," Callahan said quietly. The human! He was an assassin! Suddenly, it all made sense. He rushed for the door, only to be intercepted by his father.
"What do you mean by red eyes?" he asked sternly.
Callahan just looked at him and didn't answer. All he was thinking about was how to get the drow and human from the prison.
It was late when Callahan finally left from his scolding. The night was brisk and cold, only the magic of the wood kept it from being unbearable.
As he left Callahan felt as though he were being watched. If he had known by what and the kind of trouble it would get him in, he probably would've locked himself away in his home.
However, ancient beings of shadow and gods do not normally allow people to take it easy. That was how it was with Callahan. There was something planned for him, and it would happen, Sahide and Mask would see to that.