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Too well, perhaps

"We have possibilities with a collection of Netherese lords in Shade Enclave," Ki an underground trade network"

"Shade Enclave?" Jarlaxle muttered He had never been to the place, in what had been the desert of Anauroch before the Spellplague and the great upheavals that had so changed the land

"You would be the perfect facilitator," Kiainst the prireat blow to the minions of Thay, as these lords are aware They will be pleased to otiations"

"What of Luskan?"

"I will deal with Luskan"

"You should speak with the Baenres"

"I already have"

They will lose their prized young weapons ers flashed

I will see to it, came Kimmuriel’s cryptic response

Jarlaxle did well to hide his frustration with this droho always seeht he had hidden it until he realized that he hadn’t enacted the psychic shields afforded by his eyepatch and Ki his mind

"Shade Enclave, then," Jarlaxle said

Kione

"Where’s this place?" Athrogate asked "Me bu to hurt"

"Oh, it will hurt fro at the now-di shadows "A thousand ht in the empire, then"

"The heart of the Empire of Netheril," Jarlaxle explained

They suhtmare and hell boar, and started away

They rode easily, as usual, at a steady and consistent pace, trotting h neither of their summoned mounts would tire

"Ye think it really was hiate asked as the sun lowered in the sky behind them

"Who?"

"Ah, but don’t ye play clever with me," the dwarf demanded "I’ht be time for me to kill you"

"Too well for that joke to be anything more than a joke, too," said the dwarf "So do ye think it really was Artemis Entreri?"

"I don’t know," Jarlaxle ad dead, but even in those last years, it seeht He certainly wasn’t losing his edge in battle, at least"

"Shade stuff?" Athrogate asked "Ye think his dagger sucked a bit o’ long life into him when he sticked a shade?"

"That was the reasoning," Jarlaxle agreed, but then added, "Was"

Athrogate looked up at him curiously "So what’re ye thinkin’ now?"

Jarlaxle shrugged "It could be the dagger, but with any of the life-stealing it performs and not that from a shade necessarily Perhaps such a draw of an eney--any eneate, who had been cursed with long life as part of a long-ago punishment, snorted at the horror

"Or,dead, and no more than dust and bones," Jarlaxle added

"That Tiago fellow thought it was hih to know of Entreri’s visit to Menzoberranzan"