Disclaimer: R. A. Salvatore owns everything, except my six main vampires and Firrah.
Chapter 3
"Sourin, take two and go to the right. Aaron, take left with the other one. I'll go directly behind him."
They had reached the Calimport desert and had Firrah in their sight. He was riding his horse as fast as he could, but the horse was already tired and would not be fast enough to get away from six well trained troops. They were almost on him. Drizzt got up beside his horse, drew his scimitar and slammed the hilt into Firrah's nose. He managed to keep riding. Sourin cut in front of Firrah and his horse reared. He fell off. The others dismounted and circled him. Drizzt stepped forward.
"You knew you couldn't get away. Why even try?"
"I failed my mission. The two men got away from me. I might as well have tried to get away. Better than years of torture. Please, kill me now! Spare me the pain."
Drizzt turned his back. "Tie him up."
A little ways away, the two men who were supposed to be dead, watched the assassin be tied up and put onto one of the horses.
"Who are they?" Entreri asked his companion.
The dark elf didn't reply for a while. He knew why they were supposed to be killed. He had been looking into the recent events of disappearances and had probably come across something important. He wasn't the only one who knew that vampires were gathering and had become a large threat. What could it be? He hadn't told Entreri anything.
"Jarlaxle?"
"Does the leader look familiar to you at all?"
Entreri had thought so, but Jarlaxle had told him Drizzt was dead. He had had his doubts, but it still came as a shock.
"Is it Drizzt?"
Jarlaxle nodded, showing he had been thinking the same thing. So Drizzt was with the vampires! He wondered what had happened.
Drizzt scanned the area and thought he saw something by and outcrop of rock. He told his team to take Firrah back to the Masters. He would catch up with them later. When he was sure everyone was gone he got on his horse and rode toward the rocks. It took only a few seconds with his horse's enchanted hooves for speed.
Jarlaxle saw the others leaving but the one they thought might be Drizzt stayed. He warned Entreri to make the horses ready but the drow elf got there faster than expected. He pulled Entreri down into the rocks. They saw a pair of boots go by them from inside a crevice. The boots came back. They stopped right in front of the hiding place.
"You can come out now. I know that there are two of you in there."
They might as well. They had no where else to go and both were curious to find out how Drizzt ended up here. They knew it was Drizzt. His voice was the same. Entreri came out first then Jarlaxle followed. If Drizzt was surprised, he didn't let it show on his face. He remained impassive.
"What were you doing out here? You should leave now. It'll probably be me they send after you next. What did you do anyway?"
Jarlaxle realized he could get some very expensive information from Drizzt. "Who is 'they'? I don't know why 'they' are after us, but I have been gathering information about some strange disappearances. You were one of them. Your friends Cattie-brie and Wulfgar were especially concerned on where you could have gone." He waited for a response. He had gone alone to find Drizzt's friends and he had thought both Cattie-brie and Wulfgar were acting a bit strangely. Bruenor and Regis didn't say a word to either of them the whole time.
Just as he expected, he was greeted by a reaction. It wasn't much, but Drizzt's eyes seemed to flash with some emotion too quick for Jarlaxle to register, but then his eyes hardened.
"Well you found me. You can't tell them. That I'm here. I don't want them to know. You have to leave now. Go as fast and as far as possible, and hope I won't be sent after you."
Drizzt turned to leave. Entreri had said nothing during the whole discussion. He had been noting the changes in Drizzt. His eyes didn't have the ordinary sparkle of joy, he hadn't shown any emotions of seeing his most hated rival, he hadn't asked what had happened to his friends, and he had seemed detached and weary. Almost as if he didn't care anymore. Entreri thought Drizzt was more dangerous this way.