Everything was completely silent. Aramil signed Artemis over.
Artemis was sixteen now and had just completed his coming of age test.
When Artemis got there Aramil signaled the guard he was to take out, there would be only the bloodshed of the one they hunted this night, if they could help it.
Together the two assassins pulled out their saps. Artemis was to take out the guard on the left, while Aramil took the one on the right. Not even a sound was made as the guards dropped to the ground. Silently, the two assassins continued down the corridor.
The two assassins were lucky. The two guards they had run into had probably been good enough at handling an assassin, but with both of then coming down at once, the guards hadn't stood a chance.
The other thing this meant was that there were no more guards between there and the wizard they were supposed to kill. There were plenty of traps, but Aramil had been an assassin for about 200 years and Artemis was good with mechanics, leaving the traps as no problem.
Finally, they reached the door that should lead to where they're prey was.
"How am I supposed to get by ten guards?" Callahan whispered to Sahide as they spied on the entrance to the dungeon.
"You are the Captain's son, say that he ordered you to gather some information."
Sahide looked at Callahan. Callahan sighed. He really didn't have a better idea, so he stood up. The guards noticed him instantly. (Luckily they didn't notice the small black cat in his pocket.)
Callahan didn't even need to say anything. He was absolutely amazed that the guards just let him through. They probably didn't consider him a threat.
Callahan entered the dungeons. If all went well, they would be out very quickly. Callahan knew the way well.
Entreri had become even quieter sense their conversation about the boy.
Entreri didn't want to do this.
The man sighed. Jarlaxle spun around when he heard it. Artemis Entreri couldn't help but smirk it was very short-lived though. Why couldn't the gods just leave him alone? Indeed, it seemed that ever since he had been a babe the god's had enjoyed tormenting him.
It was at that moment that the two companions noticed Callahan at their cell, and he had the keys.
"I know you probably don't believe me, but I'm here to get you out," the boy stated.
"Unlock the door then," Jarlaxle whispered excitedly.
Callahan did. CREEEAAAK! The door was very loud in opening. Entreri bolted out and headed for the companion's stuff on the opposite side of the room. It was only then that he noticed the travel-gear on Callahan.
"You are not planning to go with us?" It surprised Jarlaxle that the assassin would ask, and not state.
"Of course I am," Callahan answered happily. Entreri didn't argue. What was the use? Mask would just do this to him again.
Up in its realm, Mask laughed. How well the human knew it! Indeed Aramil had spoken true when he had talked about his apprentice. That was good; the assassins needed it now more than ever. Oh the cleverness!
When the companions exited the dungeon, they were greeted by being surrounded by guards.
"Halt! In the name of Corellon Larethian!" they yelled in unison.
The companions halted.
"Allow me through," a smooth voice said from behind the guards. The guards parted just enough to let an elf in the garb of a cleric through.
"I am Starsunder, at least that is what you may call me," he said calmly. Then Starsunder looked each of the companions, including Sahide, in the face. "Fetch the horses," he commanded.
The guards would not disobey.
"You have done no harm here," Starsunder explained," and I believe that you would do more if you stayed."
Akilah and the stallion charged towards their respective masters.
"Mount and be off, before I change my mind," Starsunder said simply. The companions were quick to obey, with Sahide in Akilah's saddlebag and Callahan riding with Jarlaxle.
They were out of the Moonwood within a day.
"No, Callahan you aren't understanding it," Artemis Entreri shouted at his apprentice as Jarlaxle cooked breakfast. They were practicing with weapons.
Jarlaxle found the turn of events quite humorous. Entreri would never be able to call himself a loner again with Callahan around.
Then, steam rose up and he realized that in watching them, he had burned breakfast. Oh well, it was only a little worse than what the companions were used to.