Epilogue
In the warm afternoon, Artemis Entreri and Jarlaxle stood next to their horses and waited outside of Storm Silverhand's house while Bowie was retrieving something from inside. Bowie had assured them that the Bard of Shadowdale was away, and that there were no other Harpers around. They did have an encounter with the Mailed Hero, an animated suit of armor that walked around guarding Storm Silverhand's residence. The Mailed Hero had asked Entreri if he had put on some weight since the last he was here. Entreri's replied with a stab in the armor's face while Jarlaxle laughed.
Bowie came out of the house, holding two small black rocks. They resembled quartz rocks. "What are those?" Jarlaxle asked.
"They are Philosopher Stones," Bowie answered with a smile. After hearing their name, Jarlaxle quickly took stones and pocketed them. Entreri stared at the halfling and his lips parted in a smile.
"So where does Bowie Butterball go from here?" Jarlaxle asked.
The halfling bard shrugged. "I'm scheduled to go to Candlekeep very soon. I'll probably just foil some Zhent plots to pass the time. I hope you get back to Ileznara safely."
Jarlaxle and Entreri looked at each other. "How do you exactly know of Ileznara?" the drow asked," Is she a Harper?"
"Heavens no," Bowie answered with a laugh. "I've spent some time in the Bloodstone Lands, and have bought some trinkets from her."
Entreri nodded while Jarlaxle tipped his hat and mounted his horse, then rode off. Entreri stared at the halfling, now seeing a slight resemblance between him and Dwahvel. After a moment of silence passed, Entreri said," Good luck to you Bowie Butterball. May you win your fight with evil." The assassin quickly mounted his horse and rode to catch up with Jarlaxle.
"Same to you Artemis Entreri," Bowie replied before going back to Storm's house to look for the Mailed Hero.
Entreri had quickly caught up with Jarlaxle. The drow mercenary said," Interesting fellow that Bowie Butterball. He had a beautiful voice, and some surprises up his sleeve." He paused and laughed," And to think, Sylune Silverhand is his godmother." Jarlaxle paused once more, then he added," You know, he kind of reminded me of myself."
"Just what the world needs," The assassin muttered while shaking his head. He wondered if Bowie would ever share the adventure he had with him and Jarlaxle. Maybe the halfling would write a song about it.
The assassin also wondered if the halfling bard would live long enough to avenge the parents, as well as destroy the great evil so that he could marry his beloved. Perhaps they were connected in someway, Entreri thought.
It had seemed that fate had already laid out the halfling's destiny, Entreri said to himself as he rode next to Jarlaxle. Will fate deal the same to him someday? Maybe he and Bowie's paths will one day cross again, and together they would destroy the evil the halfling was destined to face.
Truthfully, the assassin didn't know if any of these things would happen. Yet there was one thing Artemis Entreri did know. He had made a friend in Bowie Butterball.