Entreri sat in the meeting room, very bored. It had never occurred to the assassin that he would one day pick Jori's husband, and it had most certainly never occurred to him that the husband in question would be Jarlaxle.

He heard the door open and turned around, "Final…" the word caught in Entreri's mouth. Standing in front of him was a moon elf with white hair, green eyes (although they were normal elven green eyes), and slightly darker skin than most of his kind, a sign that he had worked in Calimshan for many years.

"It's nice to see you again, Artemis," he said in a voice that was so wonderfully familiar.

Entreri just sat there. "Zavian," he choked. The elf nodded and approached him.

"You have made it a long way," Zavian said.

Entreri nodded dumbly. "When I lost contact with you two decades ago I thought…"

"You thought I had forgotten your or died," Zavian finished for him. Again all Entreri could do was nod.

Zavian laughed. It was a laugh that sang in Entreri's ears like music. How he had longed to hear that laugh again!

Just then Jarlaxle entered. "Am I interrupting anything?" he asked, amazed to see Entreri's eyes glistening. He looked at the moon elf before the man. "Zavian," he said surprised. It was not a tone that spoke of liking the elf.

Zavian turned. "Jarlaxle, it is…nice to know you are alive."

"How do you two know each other?" Entreri broke in.

"I was about to ask the same of you!" Jarlaxle laughed.

"I'm not surprised."

"Well then, tell us!" the two companions said in unison.

"I know Jarlaxle because one of his sons was my half-brother, which happens to have something to do with how I know you," Zavian explained to Entreri. He then turned to Jarlaxle and gestured toward Entreri, "I know him because he broke me out of a prison when he was four."

Jarlaxle's jaw just about hit the floor. Entreri wisely kept his mouth shut.

Zavian smiled, "I suppose I ought to be going."

Jarlaxle and Entreri just nodded dumbly.

When Zavian left Entreri turned to Jarlaxle, "Half-brother?"

Jarlaxle turned to Entreri, "Four?"

"Maybe we should meet again later," Entreri suggested.

Jarlaxle thought for a moment, thinking more about what Zavian had said and the upcoming wedding than about what the actual meeting was about.

"I want to talk to you about this wedding idea," Jarlaxle started.

"We'll do it if and when we have our celebration for the end of the war."

"I was kind of hoping to stay single," Jarlaxle said timidly.

Entreri's visage darkened. "And what is wrong with my daughter?"

"Nothing," Jarlaxle said quickly. "It's just that being a husband, well… you see…I don't want to be tied down!" Jarlaxle exclaimed finally.

Entreri paused for a moment. "Jarlaxle, it's my right as the father. This is the way our culture works." Then, Entreri grinned. "Tell you what; if you present your mother to me, we can discuss this. I'd normally say father, but the women run your society."

Jarlaxle's eyes went wide, very wide. "What!"

"Those are my terms. I have presented you with the only way to avoid the wedding."

Jarlaxle didn't know what to say; he didn't even know how to react. The only thing the drow could think of doing was walking out of the room, and he did.

A/N: I know that this chapter is kind of short, but I wanted to do this scene on its own because I want it to be one you remember.

The title of this chapter "Zavian" is likely to get used again. I have another story written with him in it that involves the case when Artemis was four. It's currently being rewritten.