第二十五章
苦尽甘来
赫菲斯托斯是一条睿智的龙，它足够聪明以精通很多强大的法术、掌握一打其他种族的语言以及击败许许多多胆敢与之对抗的敌人。它已经活了很多世纪并因之累积起属于龙族的智慧，这卓绝的智慧使其意识到不该注目于碎魔晶放射不绝能量的光辉。
但它无法从这耀眼的光芒、这它所见过最最绝对光耀及纯粹的力量中移开视线。
当一个骷髅的影子摇晃着走出那光彩夺目的造物，接着是第二个，第三个，接连不断直到七个毁灭已久巫妖的鬼魂围绕着被摧毁的魔晶蹒跚起舞正如在其黑暗的创造过程中它们所做过的那样，这巨龙不由大吃一惊。
然后，它们一个接一个地消散于虚空。
仿佛一种移情作用，当龙狐疑地注视着一个弯腰驼背、完全被悲哀所压倒的人类影象从那造物里慢慢浮现出时，它清晰感觉到了一种最真挚的情感。逝亡已久酋长那被偷走的灵魂坐在地板上，凝视着被遗弃的石头，一种氛围散溢出那影象，如此纯粹的毁灭氛围，即使是冷血赫菲斯托斯那冷酷的心中也感应到一阵巨大的悲恸。
这最后的幽灵也变淡变薄终至虚空，终于，碎魔晶的光芒黯淡了下来。
直到这时赫菲斯托斯才意识到自己最不可挽回的错误。直到这时这远古红龙才发现它已经完全失明了，被源源释放的纯粹能量彻底毁掉了双眼。
巨龙咆哮起来——咆哮得多么惊天动地！饱含恼火与愤怒，那是永远狂暴的赫菲斯托斯所曾发出最强的悲鸣。这咆哮声也流露出某种恐惧与悔恨，某种认知：这巨龙不再有胆量离开巢穴去追击那些把这邪恶造物带到它面前的入侵者，无法离开自己的地盘而去到那除了需要其他敏锐知觉同时也需要双眼以真正成长和生存的开阔世界。
嗅觉告诉赫菲斯托斯，它最终还是消灭了片刻之前站在走廊里的卓尔和灵吸怪。意识到这一认知所带来的满足很可能是在这天里唯一令自己满意的事，巨龙撤回了主睡眠大厅背后用魔法隐藏起来的巨大秘密房间，这个房间只有一个可能的入口，里面储藏着大堆大堆属于它的黄金、珠玉、宝石和其他小装饰品。
在那里，这条愤怒而挫败的巨龙在自己的宝藏堆间再次蜷缩起来，渴求着一场安宁的长眠，希望流逝的岁月会治愈自己被灼伤的双眼。它会梦见——是的它当然会——自己大肆屠杀那些入侵者；如果睡眠无法带来期望中的治疗效果，它也会运用卓越的智慧来好好解决失明带来的种种问题。
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来者的身形冲出地道时凯德立几乎高兴得跳起来，但当他认出那个正在狂奔的人是阿提密斯·恩崔立并注意到对方肩上横扛着的女人一动不动满身是血，牧师的心立刻沉了下去。
“你对她干了些什么？！”伊凡咆哮着迎上前去，却发现自己移动得非常缓慢简直像是在梦游。他望向派克，发现自己的兄弟也正以一种不自然的呆滞动作移动着。
“放轻松些，”贾拉索对他们说，“丹妮卡身上的伤不是恩崔立造成的。”
“你怎么知道？”伊凡强硬地反问。
“他原本可以把她扔在黑暗里任其死掉。”卓尔的理由很充分，这简单的逻辑的确使这对性情急噪的兄弟稍微冷静了一些。
但凯德立还是跑着迎了上去。因为当贾拉索施放出法术的时候他已经不在作用范围内，他的速度一点也没有减慢。牧师奔向恩崔立，而后者一见到他接近就停下脚步放低一边肩膀，把丹妮卡挪到一个站立——或者至少是倚靠着——的位置。
“是卓尔长剑造成的。”当凯德立靠得足够近以看清楚伤口并且几乎要以为那是他的杰作时，杀手说道。
牧师立刻开始救治，吟唱起德耐的圣歌，用尽了他所具有的一切治疗能量。当发现自己爱人的伤势并不是那么危急因而肯定能很快好转，他确实大大松了一口气。
忙完这一切，Bouldershoulders和贾拉索也赶了过来。凯德立抬头望向矮人们，微笑着点了点头，然后一脸困惑地转向杀手。
“她在地道里救了我一命，”恩崔立阴沉地说，“我不喜欢欠任何人人情。”说完，他头也不回地走开了。
那天晚些时候，当所有人都坚信显然赫菲斯托斯不会离开自己的巢穴进行追击之后，凯德立及同伴们——其中也包括丹妮卡——追上了杀手和卓尔。
“我们要借助来时用过的法术回到高飞之灵，” 牧师对他们说，“如果我不提供你们回程的法术传送的话可能至少也算有些无礼吧。”
贾拉索好奇地注视着他。
“这不是陷阱。”凯德立向这精明的卓尔断然保证，“我不想找你们的麻烦，因为自从来到我的领地之后你们的所作所为几乎可以说是值得尊敬的。但我也要警告你们，我不会容忍——”
“我们为什么要希望和你们一起回去？”阿提密斯·恩崔立打断了他，“你那虚情假意的洞窟里有什么能给我们带来利益？”
牧师几乎是立刻开始作出各种反击。他想对着这个人大叫，强迫其屈服，想改变这个人的信仰，甚至想将其毁灭——任何他所能做到用以反击这突如其来的抗拒性高墙的事。最终，他选择了沉默，因为的确，在高飞之灵又有什么能给这两个人带来好处呢？
那样的存在在那里有很多，他假想着，如果他们渴望救赎其灵魂修正其道路的话。恩崔立对丹妮卡所采取的行动的确暗示了在未来千真万确有着这样的一种可能。突发奇想下，牧师又开始了德耐的圣歌吟唱同时施展出一个显示出他的观察对象精神总貌的小法术。
在快速看了恩崔立和贾拉索一眼之后，他就确信了如果这两位去往相反方向，那么高飞之灵、卡顿、席尔明斯特森林乃至落雪山脉附近所有其他地域才能有更好的前景。
“那么再会了。”他倾了倾帽沿说，“至少在那可悲的存在中你找准时机做了一件高尚的事，阿提密斯·恩崔立。”然后他走回伊凡和派克身边和他们并肩而行。
虽然每走一步都注视着杀手，但丹妮卡仍表现得十分从容不迫。“对于你在我被伤痛压倒时所做的一切，我并不是不心存感激。”她承认，“但我也不会为结束那在赫菲斯托斯巢穴底下地道里我们所开始的事而感到羞愧。”
恩崔立几乎就要质问道“结束什么？”，但在第一个字脱口而出前他改变了主意。杀手只是耸了耸肩，微笑着，任由女人走过去。
“恩崔立的一个新对手？”当那四个人消失之后贾拉索说，“也许是作为崔斯特的替代者？”
“不可能。”人类回答道。
“那就是说她不配？”
杀手只是耸耸肩，对于费心去确定她是或不是这一念头毫不在意。
俑兵头子的大笑把他从沉思中拉回了现实。
“事态总是会变化和发展的。”卓尔评论说。
“警告你，我不会再容忍你的任何胡乱推测。”人类回答。
贾拉索笑得越发厉害了。“这么说你打算和我待在一起。”
恩崔立严酷地凝视前者直到对方慢慢止住笑意，他在思考着这个自己无法马上回答出口的问题。
“那么，很好。”卓尔悠闲自如地说，看起来他似乎把这沉默当作默许了，“但我也警告你，如果你反对我，我将不得不杀掉你。”
“那会比死还难。”人类保证说。
贾拉索再次笑起来。“我还年轻的时候，”他开口道，“我的一个朋友，一个其根本挫败在于他相信我是更加出色的战士的武技长——虽然事实上，我打败他的那一次好运道比高超技艺起了更重要作用——告诉我，他终于找到了一个终将成长至至少能与我匹敌甚至可能超越我的孩子，一个真正比以往任何人都展现出更耀眼战士天赋的人。”
“那个武技长的名字叫做札克纳梵——你也许听说过这个人。”卓尔继续说。
杀手摇了摇头。
“他所提到的那个年轻战士除了崔斯特·杜垩登以外不可能是任何其他人。”贾拉索解释着，露齿一笑。
恩崔立尽力不显露出任何情感波动，但他内心被这一惊人消息所激起的情绪还是轻微地背叛了自己的心，而当然，即使只是这样的微妙之处也足以让贾拉索捕捉到了。“札克纳梵的预言成真了？”人类问。
“如果它是真的，会不会给阿提密斯·恩崔立带来什么启示？”俑兵头子狡猾地问，“因为对崔斯特和贾拉索之间相对力量的这一发现有没有对恩崔立提出任何中肯的意见？阿提密斯·恩崔立凭什么自信能与崔斯特·杜垩登力量对等？”然后他提出了一个尖锐的问题：“恩崔立真的自信打败了崔斯特吗？”
杀手长久而目光犀利地凝视卓尔，然而在凝视的同时，他的表情无可抑止地柔和起来。“那又怎样？”他回答，而这恰恰正是卓尔最想从自己的新同伴——而且以他的思维方式而言，这人类也将是他的长久搭档——那里得到的答案。
“我们在这个地方还有事情没了结。”这时贾拉索宣布，很唐突地换了个话题，“附近还逗留着一小伙恐惧而且深感愤怒的家伙。他们的首领不肯就此罢休，无法忍受他们所遭遇的一切而乖乖逃走。”
恩崔立什么也没问，只是跟着卓尔沿山石裸露的岩层向前走。当看见后者先前所提及的那一小伙人，杀手后退了几步：以一个危险的心灵异能者为首的四个黑暗精灵。恩崔立立刻把双手扶上自己那致命匕首和长剑的柄。一小段距离之外，贾拉索和金穆瑞用卓尔语交谈起来，但人类能听懂他们的绝大部分对话。
“我们要开战吗？”当佣兵头子靠得更近时，金穆瑞·欧布罗扎问道。
“莱基死了，碎魔晶也已经被摧毁，”贾拉索回答，“我们有什么理由那么干？”
杀手留意到心灵异能者对这两项宣言都毫无退缩之意。
“哈，但我猜你已经尝到力量的甜头了，对吧？”佣兵头子吃吃笑着问，“现在你稳坐达耶特独立佣兵团第一把交椅，这看起来就像——而你也猜想，一切都是你自己办到的。你无意放弃已经取得的地位吧？”
金穆瑞开始摇头——在恩崔立看来很显然他正试图在这种情况下和贾拉索维持一种平和的关系——但总是不按常理出牌的贾拉索忽然打断了对方的回答。“那么很好！”佣兵头子戏剧性地说，“我不想再打一场，金穆瑞，我承认而且也明白如果想作为领导者回归的话自己最近的所作所为很可能已经在达耶特独立佣兵团团队里树了不少敌人。”
“你是在投降吗？”心灵异能者怀疑地问，同时，他和站在他身后的步兵们似乎都加倍警惕起来。
“当然不是。”贾拉索报以又一声低笑，“警告你，如果你继续与我为敌，或者甚至哪怕只是跟踪我、追踪我的下落，我真的会挑战这个你新近得到的地位。”
杀手专注听着，摇了摇头，他确信自己一定是把这番话中的至少某些部分理解得大错特错了。
金穆瑞想开口作答却结结巴巴说不清楚，最后只好认命地大大叹了口气。
“用心领导佣兵团，”佣兵头子警告说，“总有一天我会再加入而且向你要求分享领导权。我想找到一个由和我现在能很放心交托背后的这个人一样强大的唯利是图者组建成的团队。”他看向其余三人。“要向他致以敬意。”
“我们决不会再在卡林港相遇，”心灵异能者向他保证，“也不会是在这该死地表的任何其它地方。我要回家，贾拉索，回到那真正属于我们领土的洞窟深处。”
后者和那三个步兵一起点点头。
“那你呢？”金穆瑞问。
唯利是图的前领导者只是再次耸肩微笑起来。“我不可能知道自己最想去什么地方因为我还没有看到所有的景致。”
又一次，金穆瑞只能好奇地看着他的前上司。最后，他只点了点头，随着一声响指和一个念动，心灵异能者打开一个空间入口把自己和三个部下传送走。
“为什么？”恩崔立一边走近自己意外得来的同伴一边问。
“什么为什么？”卓尔重复道。
“你本来能和他们一起回去，”杀手开门见山地说，“虽然我决不会和你一起。你选择了不回家，不恢复对团队的控制。为什么你会放弃这一切而留在这里，和我在一起？”
贾拉索仔细考虑了好一会儿。然后，他用恩崔立本人曾经说过的话笑着回答，“也许相对人类而言我还是更痛恨卓尔。”
在那一刻，阿提密斯·恩崔立脚软得几乎一阵微风就能吹倒。他甚至不想知道这卓尔是怎么得知这句话的。
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首先要说，可怜的龙龙^^bbb 无视某G阵营四人组中……
老贾同学，你你你那句向他致敬真是深得我心呀啊啊^^ 不过，老萨，难道是我思想邪恶？我怎么觉得你一再地暗示……= =/// 我不承认我绝对不承认><
原文：
Chapter 25
THE LIGHT AT THE END
OF THE TUNNEL
Hephaestus was an intelligent dragon, smart enough to
master many powerful spells, to speak the tongues of a dozen
races, to defeat all of the many, many foes who had come
against it. The dragon had lived for centuries, gaining
wisdom as dragons do, and in that depth of wisdom,
Hephaestus recognized that it should not be staring at the
brilliance of the Crystal Shard's released energy.
But the dragon could not turn away from the brilliance,
from the sheerest and brightest, the purest power it had
ever seen.
The wyrm marveled as a skeletal shadow rolled out of the
brilliantly glowing object, then another, and a third, and
so on, until the specters of seven long-consumed liches
danced about the destroyed Crystal Shard, as they had danced
around the object during its dark creation.
Then, one by one, they dissipated into nothingness.
The dragon stared incredulously, feeling the honest
emotions as clearly as if it were empathically bound to the
next form that flowed out of the artifact, the shadow of a
man, hunched and broken with sadness. The stolen soul of the
long-dead sheik sat on the floor, staring at the stone
forlornly, an aura so devastated flowing out from the shadow
that Hephaestus the Merciless felt a twinge in its cold
heart.
That last specter, too, thinned to nothingness, and,
finally, the light of the Crystal Shard dimmed.
Only then did Hephaestus recognize the depth of its
mistake. Only then did the ancient red dragon realize that
it was now totally blind, its eyes utterly destroyed by the
pureness of the power released.
The dragon roared-how it roared! The greatest scream of
anger, of rage, that ever-angry Hephaestus had ever issued.
In that roar, too, was a measure of fear, of regret, of the
realization that the wyrm could not dare go forth from its
lair to pursue the intruders who had brought this cursed
item before it, could not go out from the confines to the
open world where it would need its eyes as well as those
other keen senses to truly thrive, indeed to survive.
Hephaestus's olfactory senses told the wyrm that it had
at least destroyed the drow and the illithid that had been
standing in the corridor a few moments before. Taking that
satisfaction in the realization that it was likely the only
satisfaction Hephaestus could hope to find this day, the
wyrm retreated to the large chamber secretly and magically
concealed behind its main sleeping hall, the chamber where
there was only one possible entrance, and the one where the
dragon kept its piled hoard of gold, gems, jewels, and
trinkets.
There the outraged but defeated wyrm curled up again,
desiring sleep, peaceful slumber among its hoarded riches,
hoping that the passing years would cure its burned eyes. It
would dream, yes it would, of consuming those intruders, and
it would set its great intelligent mind to work at solving
the problem of blindness if the slumber did not bring the
desired cure.
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Cadderly nearly leaped for joy when the form came
rushing out of the tunnels, but when he recognized the
running man for who he was, Artemis Entreri, and noted that
the woman slung across his shoulders was hardly moving and
was covered in blood, his heart sank fast.
"What'd ye do to her?" Ivan roared, starting forward,
but he found that he was moving slowly, as if in a dream. He
looked to Pikel and found that his brother, too, was moving
with unnatural sluggishness.
"Be at ease," Jarlaxle said to them. "Danica's wounds
are not of Entreri's doing."
"How can ye know?" Ivan demanded.
"He would have left her dead in the darkness," the drow
reasoned, and the simple logic of it did indeed calm the
volatile brothers a bit.
Cadderly, though, ran on. As he was beyond the
parameters of Jarlaxle's spell when it was cast, he was not
slowed in the least. He rushed up to Entreri, who, upon
seeing his approach, had stopped and turned one shoulder
down, moving Danica to a standing, or at least leaning,
position.
"Drow blade," the assassin said as soon as Cadderly got
close enough to see the wound-and the feeble attempt at
tying it off the assassin had made.
The priest went to work at once, falling into the song
of Deneir, bringing forth all the healing energies he could
find. Indeed, he discovered to his absolute relief that his
love's wounds were not so critical, that she would certainly
mend and quickly enough.
By the time he finished, the Bouldershoulders and
Jarlaxle had arrived. Cadderly looked up at the dwarves and
smiled and nodded, and turned a puzzled expression on the
assassin.
"Her actions saved me in the tunnels," Entreri said
sourly. "I do not enjoy being in anyone's debt." That said,
he walked away, not once looking back.
Cadderly and his companions, including Danica, caught up
to Entreri and Jarlaxle later on that day, after it became
apparent, to everyone's relief, that Hephaestus would not be
coming out of its lair in pursuit.
"We are returning to the Spirit Soaring with the same
spell that brought us here," the priest announced. "It would
be impolite, at least, if I did not offer you magical
transport for the journey back."
Jarlaxle looked at him curiously.
"No tricks," Cadderly assured the cagey drow. "I hold no
trials over either of you, for your actions have been no
less than honorable since you came to my domain. I do warn
you both, however, that I will tolerate no-"
"Why would we wish to return with you?" Artemis Entreri
cut him short. "What in your hole of falsehood is for our
gain?"
Cadderly started to respond-in many directions all at
once. He wanted to yell at the man, to coerce the man, to
convert the man, to destroy the man-anything he could do
against that sudden wall of negativism. In the end, he said
not a word, for indeed, what at the Spirit Soaring would be
for the benefit of these two?
Much, he supposed, if they desired to mend their souls
and their ways. Entreri's actions with Danica did hint that
there might indeed be a possibility of that in the future.
On a whim, the priest entered Deneir's song and brought
forth a minor spell, one that revealed the general weal of
those he surveyed.
A quick look at Entreri and Jarlaxle was all he needed
to confirm that the Spirit Soaring, Carradoon, Shilmista
Forest, and all the region about that section of the
Snowflake Mountains would be better off if these two went in
the opposite direction.
"Farewell, then," he said with a tip of his hat. "At
least you found the opportunity to do one noble act in your
wretched existence, Artemis Entreri." He walked by the pair,
Ivan and Pikel in tow.
Danica took her time, though, eyeing Entreri with every
step. "I am not ungrateful for what you did when my wound
overcame me," she admitted, "but neither would I shy from
finishing that which we started in the tunnels below
Hephaestus's lair."
Entreri started to say, "To what end?" but changed his
mind before the first word had escaped his lips. He merely
shrugged, smiled, and let the woman pass.
"A new rival for Entreri?" Jarlaxle remarked when the
four had gone. "A replacement for Drizzt, perhaps?"
"Hardly," Entreri replied.
"She is not worthy, then?"
The assassin only shrugged, not caring enough to try to
determine whether she was or not.
Jarlaxle's laugh brought him from his contemplation.
"Growth," the drow remarked.
"I warn you that I'll tolerate little of your
judgments," Entreri replied.
Jarlaxle laughed all the harder. "Then you plan to
remain with me."
Entreri looked at him hard, stealing the mirth,
considering a question that he could not immediately answer.
"Very well, then," Jarlaxle said lightheartedly, as if
he took the silence as confirmation. "But I warn you, if you
cross me, I will have to kill you."
"That will be difficult to do from beyond the grave,"
Entreri promised.
Jarlaxle laughed once more. "When I was young," he
began, "a friend of mine, a weapon master whose ultimate
frustration was that he believed I was the better fighter-
though in truth, the one time I bested him was more good
fortune than superior skill-remarked to me that at last he
had found one who would grow to be at least my equal, and
perhaps my superior, a child, really, who showed more
promise as a warrior than any before.
"That weapon master's name was Zaknafein-you may have
heard of him," Jarlaxle went on.
Entreri shook his head.
"The young warrior he spoke of was none other than
Drizzt Do'Urden," Jarlaxle explained with a grin.
Entreri tried hard to show no emotion, but his inner
feelings at the surprise betrayed him a tiny bit, and
certainly enough for Jarlaxle to note it. "And did the
prophecy of Zaknafein come true?" Entreri asked.
"If it did, does that hold any revelation for Artemis
Entreri?" Jarlaxle asked slyly. "For would discovering the
relative strength of Drizzt and Jarlaxle tell Entreri
anything pertinent? How does Artemis Entreri believe he
measures up against Drizzt Do'Urden?" Then the critical
question: "Does Entreri believe he truly defeated Drizzt?"
Entreri looked at Jarlaxle long and hard, but as he
stared, his expression inevitably softened. "Does it
matter?" he answered, and that indeed was the answer that
Jarlaxle most wanted to hear from his new, and, to his way
of thinking, long-term companion.
"We are not yet done here," Jarlaxle announced then,
changing the subject abruptly. "There is one group lingering
about, fearful and angry. Their leader has decided that he
cannot leave yet, not with things as they stand."
Entreri didn't ask, but just followed Jarlaxle as the
dark elf made his way around the outcroppings of mountain
stone. The assassin fell back a few steps when he saw the
group Jarlaxle had spoken of: four dark elves led by a
dangerous psionicist. Entreri put his hands immediately to
the hilt of his deadly dagger and sword. A short distance
away, Jarlaxle and Kimmuriel spoke in the drow tongue, but
Entreri could make out most of their words.
"Do we battle now?" Kimmuriel Oblodra asked when
Jarlaxle neared.
"Rai-guy is dead, the Crystal Shard destroyed," Jarlaxle
replied. "What would be the purpose?"
Entreri noted that Kimmuriel did not wince at either
proclamation.
"Ah, but I guess that you have tasted the sweetness of
power, yes?" Jarlaxle asked with a chuckle. "You are seated
at the head of Bregan D'aerthe now, it would seem, and you
suppose all by yourself. You have little desire to
relinquish your garnered position?"
Kimmuriel started to shake his head-it was obvious to
Entreri that he was about to try to make peace here with
Jarlaxle-but the surprising Jarlaxle cut short Kim-muriel's
response. "Very well then!" Jarlaxle said dramatically. "I
have little desire for yet another fight, Kimmuriel, and I
accept and understand that my actions of late have likely
earned me too many enemies within the ranks of Bregan
D'aerthe for my return as leader."
"You are surrendering?" Kimmuriel asked doubtfully, and
he seemed even more on his guard then, as did the foot-
soldiers standing behind him.
"Hardly," Jarlaxle replied with another chuckle. "And I
warn you, if you continue to do battle with me, or even to
pursue me and track my whereabouts, I will indeed challenge
you for the position you have rightly earned."
Entreri listened intently, shaking his head, certain
that he must be getting some of the words, at least, very
wrong.
Kimmuriel started to respond, but stuttered over a few
words, and just gave up with a great sigh.
"Do well with Bregan D'aerthe," Jarlaxle warned. "I will
rejoin you one day and will demand of you that we share the
leadership. I expect to find a band of mercenaries as strong
as the one I now willingly leave behind." He looked to the
other three. "Serve him with honor."
"Any reunion between us will not be in Calimport,"
Kimmuriel assured him, "nor anywhere else on the cursed
surface. I am bound for home, Jarlaxle, back to the caverns
that are our true domain."
Jarlaxle nodded, as did the three foot-soldiers.
"And you?" Kimmuriel asked.
The former mercenary leader only shrugged and smiled
again. "I cannot know where I most wish to be because I have
not seen all that there is."
Again, Kimmuriel could only stare at his former leader
curiously. In the end, he merely nodded and, with a snap of
his fingers and a thought, opened a dimensional portal
through which he and his three minions passed.
"Why?" Entreri asked, moving up beside his unexpected
companion.
"Why?" Jarlaxle echoed.
"You could have returned with them," the assassin
clarified, "though I'd have never gone with you. You chose
not to go, not to resume control of your band. Why would you
give that up to remain out here, to remain beside me?"
Jarlaxle thought it over for a few moments. Then, using
words that Entreri himself had used before, he said with a
laugh, "Perhaps I hate drow more than I hate humans."
In that instant, Artemis Entreri could have been blown
over by a gentle breeze. He didn't even want to know how
Jarlaxle had known to say that.
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