Jarlaxle strode back into the courtyard of the Spirit Soaring, once again
thinking how aptly named the cathedral was. One hand was behind him,
dragging along a very unwilling Artemis Entreri.
"You know how much I hate this place." Entreri growled to his dark elven friend.
At that, Jarlaxle laughed. "It's not the cathedral you hate Entreri, it's Cadderly for being a priest."
Mumbling to himself about no good priests who think they rule the world, Entreri finally managed to break out of Jarlaxle's grip, but didn't run like he wanted to...he was no coward after all.
As they walked into the hall of the magnificent building, they were met by Cadderly Bonaduce himself, and his wife Danica. Where the three kids were was anyone's guess, though a continuous chorus of "oo, oi" was heard in the background.
Entreri met the gaze of Danica and immediately those two were locked in a death glare contest. Who would win that one was anyone's guess as well, as neither was willing to give the other a chance.
Jarlaxle shook his head and turned to the priest of Deneir, who hustled himself into another room. Both could hear the fight from the room they had left as the glaring contest moved to a more common fistfight.
Leaving them two at it, Cadderly pointed to a seat and the drow politely sat on it. Leaning back and getting comfortable, he only gave away he was nervous when he took off his hat just long enough for him to run his hand over his bald head.
"What would you like to speak about?" Cadderly asked, curious as to why the drow would request a chat with him.
At that, Jarlaxle took a deep breath, put his hat back on. A strange, almost sheepish smile was on his face as he started. "Father, forgive me, for I have sinned..."
"You know how much I hate this place." Entreri growled to his dark elven friend.
At that, Jarlaxle laughed. "It's not the cathedral you hate Entreri, it's Cadderly for being a priest."
Mumbling to himself about no good priests who think they rule the world, Entreri finally managed to break out of Jarlaxle's grip, but didn't run like he wanted to...he was no coward after all.
As they walked into the hall of the magnificent building, they were met by Cadderly Bonaduce himself, and his wife Danica. Where the three kids were was anyone's guess, though a continuous chorus of "oo, oi" was heard in the background.
Entreri met the gaze of Danica and immediately those two were locked in a death glare contest. Who would win that one was anyone's guess as well, as neither was willing to give the other a chance.
Jarlaxle shook his head and turned to the priest of Deneir, who hustled himself into another room. Both could hear the fight from the room they had left as the glaring contest moved to a more common fistfight.
Leaving them two at it, Cadderly pointed to a seat and the drow politely sat on it. Leaning back and getting comfortable, he only gave away he was nervous when he took off his hat just long enough for him to run his hand over his bald head.
"What would you like to speak about?" Cadderly asked, curious as to why the drow would request a chat with him.
At that, Jarlaxle took a deep breath, put his hat back on. A strange, almost sheepish smile was on his face as he started. "Father, forgive me, for I have sinned..."