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“Sane is boring.”
― R. A. Salvatore

“Of all the traits I find important in those with whom I surround myself, the one that matters most to me is the value of that person鈥檚 word. Without that, there is no trust. Without trust, there is no chance at any true relationship.

People who know me and see that I am friends with Jarlaxle might wonder about this, but the truth of Jarlaxle is that he has honor, that he would not coerce or lie or cheat on any matter of importance. He is a game player, and will bend the rules to his advantage more often than not, but he is not a malicious person and wouldn鈥檛 lie to his friends if he knew it would cause harm.

Take his effect on Artemis Entreri: It cannot be understated.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Entreri was possessed of many of these same qualities, though they were buried beneath great pain and unrelenting anger, mostly self-loathing. He had honor, but only in that it allowed him to hurt others. Jarlaxle coaxed him from that state.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Nearly every dark elf in Menzoberranzan dressed in a quiet and practical manner, in robes adorned with the symbols of the Spider Queen or in supple chain-link armour under the folds of a magical and camouflaging piwafwi cloak.

Jarlaxle, arrogant and brash, followed few of the customs of Menzoberranzan inhabitants. He was mostly certainly not the norm of drow society and he flaunted the differences openly, brazenly. He wore not a cloak nor a robe, but a shimmering cape that showed every color of the spectrum both in the glow of light and in the infrared spectrum of heat-sensing eyes. The cape鈥檚 magic could only be guessed, but those closest to the mercenary leader indicated that it was very valuable indeed.
Jarlaxle鈥檚 vest was sleeveless and cut so high that his slender and tightly muscled stomach was open for all to view. He kept a patch over one eye, though careful observers would understand it as ornamental, for Jarlaxle often shifted it from one eye to the other.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Exile

“This is the least of my toys,鈥� Gromph assured her. 鈥淚 have lived for centuries. I have been an archmage for centuries. I have been an associate of Jarlaxle for centuries. He collects so many interesting little baubles, while I have garnered, or created, many of the mightiest magic items known to Faerun.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Look at your friend, Jarlaxle, teeming, simmering, bursting鈥攕oon quite literally鈥攚ith the energy he gathered in the corridor. Like a lover stopped before the moment of joy, he begs for release, but unlike a lover, he will horribly die if he cannot find it. Perhaps Kimmuriel has found some good fortune here.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“No surrender,鈥� Drizzt heard Jarlaxle mutter, and it was all he needed to hear. He could feel the tingling energy of the curtain and the heat of the flames within, but he agreed with Jarlaxle. To the death.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“I鈥檓 touched that you鈥檇 think I鈥檇 die for you,鈥� Jarlaxle told him. 鈥淏ut get out now!鈥� As he spoke, he was removing his hat. Drizzt knew what was in there and suspected that Jarlaxle had the escape all planned out.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Jarlaxle鈥檚 returning smile fit the moment perfectly, but behind it wasn鈥檛 Sos鈥橴mptu鈥檚 offer, but rather his proof that even with her, even with this most loyal servant of Lolth, it was all about selfish gain. It was always all about selfish gain, he thought, but then corrected himself, and reminded himself why he loved Drizzt and Drizzt鈥檚 friends, and why, in a most profound way, knowing them had given him so much more than any promises Sos鈥橴mptu or any other Matron Mother of Menzoberranzan could ever offer.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“You have spies already at work in the new Menzoberranzan?鈥� Dab鈥檔ay asked in surprise. 鈥淚 have spies that span the multiverse,鈥� was all Jarlaxle would answer to that, but his grin told them that something was going on he had not yet shared.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“I am lesser without you, my friend,鈥� Jarlaxle told the image. 鈥淏oth practically and in my heart.鈥�

It is the way of things.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“He reached up to his huge hat and pulled forth a small black piece of cloth. Seeing it, Entreri just lowered his head and sighed, for he knew what was coming. Jarlaxle spun the cloth about and it elongated, grew larger and larger. The drow threw it against the wall, and the whole area of the structure that the black circle covered simply disappeared. The typical portable hole, a rare and valuable item, created an extra-dimensional pocket, but, as with most of his items. Jarlaxle鈥檚 device was far from typical. Depending on which side the drow threw down, the portable hole would either create the pocket, or simply put a temporary hole in whatever surface it had struck.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“Entreri went for the chest of drawers as Jarlaxle moved to the closet.

鈥淧oor taste,鈥� he heard the dark elf say, and turned to see Jarlaxle rifling through the hanging clothes, most of them drab and grey.

Entreri shook his head and pulled open the bottom drawer, finding some linens, and under them, a small pouch of coins, which disappeared into his pocket.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“Let me inspect for traps鈥�

鈥淣o need鈥� said the dark elf.

He stepped back and produced a silver whistle, hung about his neck on a chain. Two short blows and there came a pop and a flash as the secret compartment magically opened.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“Profound, magical silence quieted even the yelping and howling dogs below. Entreri knew that it was Jarlaxle鈥檚 doing, the drow鈥檚 standard opening salvo against dangerous magic-users. Without the ability to use verbal components, a wizard鈥檚 repertoire was severely limited.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“Without sight or hearing, how did you know he was there?鈥�

Entreri looked over at the dead man. He had pulled out the top drawer of the dresser as he鈥檇 slumped to the floor, its contents spilled about him.

鈥淚 told him I had hit him with the needle from the window,鈥� the assassin explained. 鈥淚 guessed that one of those bottles contained the antidote. He wanted to use the cover of the darkness and the silence to take care of that little detail.鈥�

鈥淲ell done!鈥� Said Jarlaxle. 鈥淚 knew there was a reason I kept you around.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“He was a shade-a creature infused with the stuff of shadow.鈥�

Entreri shrugged, for that meant nothing to him.

鈥淎nd you killed him with your vampiric dagger, yes?鈥�

Entreri shrugged again, starting to get worried, but Jarlaxle merely laughed and produced a small mirror. Looking into it, Entreri could see, even in the dim light, that his normally brown skin had taken on a bit of a grey pallor-nothing too noticeable.

鈥淵ou have infused yourself with a bit of that essence.鈥� Said the drow.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“It crossed over his small bed and dived into a silhouette he had painted on the wall- a representation of a lithe figure with a ridiculously large hat. As always, the dagger struck true, just a few inches above the bed and right in the groin area of the silhouette.

鈥淥uch, I suppose,鈥� Jarlaxle said.

鈥淎t least,鈥� said Entreri.

When he looked at his partner, Entreri nearly stepped back in surprise, for Jarlaxle had his eye patch up in his forehead, showing Entreri both his eyes at once for the first time.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“You have heard of us and wish to hire us,鈥� says Jarlaxle.

鈥淥f course.鈥�

鈥淵ou do not look like one who would wish another killed.鈥�

The woman blanched at the drow鈥檚 suggestion, Entreri noted. For that was Entreri鈥檚 role whenever they met a new prospective employer and Jarlaxle posed that very same question. Jarlaxle always liked to start such interviews in a blunt manner.

鈥淚 was told that you two were skilled in鈥rocurement.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“A dragon,鈥� Entreri remarked. 鈥淎nother stinking dragon. What game is this to you?鈥� he asked his partner. 鈥淵ou keep placing me in front of stinking dragons! In all my life, I had never even seen a wyrm, and now, beside you, I have come to know them far too well.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“Kill you?鈥� Ilnezhara said with feigned horror. 鈥淧retty drow, why would I ever wish such a thing as that? Oh no, I have plans for you, to be sure, but killing you isn鈥檛 in them.鈥� She snuggled a bit closer as she spoke, and Jarlaxle grinned, seeming very pleased.

鈥淪he鈥檚 a dragon!鈥� Entreri said, and all three looked at him.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“Of course, that didn鈥檛 stop him from sliding his hand across to relieve Entreri of the magical flute once more. The Drow brought it farther around his back to a waiting loop on his belt-a magical loop that would tighten and resist thieving fingers. Except that what Jarlaxle thought was the loop was really Entreri鈥檚 cupped hand and the man wasted no time in bringing the flute back.

Such was the fog in the friendship of thieves.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“Greetings, Lady Tazmikella,鈥� the drow said with a great flourish and a deep bow, sweeping his wide brimmed hat off as he bent low.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Collected Stories: The Legend of Drizzt (Dungeons & Dragons) by R. A. Salvatore (2011) Mass Market Paperback

“Information was Jarlaxle鈥檚 forte. The scouting network of Bregan D鈥檃ethe, the band Jarlaxle had founded and taken to greatness, was more intricate than that of any drow house. Jarlaxle knew everything that happened, or would soon happen, in and around the city, and armed with that information, he had survived for centuries as a houseless rogue.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Legacy: Legend of Drizzt

“He was wearing his shimmering cape now, its magical colours cascading up and down his graceful form, and his wide-brimmed hat, hugely plumed with the feathers of a diatryma, a great flightless Underdark bird, adorned his clean-shaven head. A slender sword dancing beside one hip and long dirk on the other were his only visible weapons, but those who knew the sly mercenary realized that he possessed many more than that, concealed on his person, but easily retrieved if the need arose.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Legacy: Legend of Drizzt

“The greatest weakness in Menzoberranzan was not the rivalry of the various Houses, Jarlaxle knew, but the strict matriarchal system imposed by Lolth鈥檚 followers. Half the Drow population was subjugated merely because they had been born male. That was a weakness. And subjugation inevitably bred bitterness, even- especially!- in one who had gone as far as Gromph.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Siege of Darkness

“That was the truth of his power, he realized, the ability to delegate responsibility and allow others to rightfully take their credit. The strength of Jarlaxle lay not in Jarlaxle, though even alone he could be formidable indeed, but in the competent soldiers with whom the mercenary surrounded himself. To battle Jarlaxle was to battle Bregan D鈥檃erthe, an organisation of free-thinking, amazingly competent drow warriors. To battle Jarlaxle was to lose.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Silent Blade

“You did not outmatch me with speed,鈥� the assassin started to argue, shaking his head.

Jarlaxle came forward, his glowing eyes narrowing dangerously- a threatening expression, a look of rage, that the assassin rarely saw upon the handsome face of the always-in-control dark elf mercenary leader.

鈥淚 have this!鈥� Jarlaxle announced, pulling wide his cloak and showing Entreri the tip of the artefact, Crenshinibon, the crystal shard, tucked neatly into one pocket.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Servant of the Shard

“Jarlaxle survived, in part, by remaining mysterious, even to those around him. No one could ever really get a good look at the mercenary leader. He kept allies and opponents alike off-balance and wondering, always wondering, and yet, here he was, revealing so much to Artemis Entreri.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Servant of the Shard

“Jarlaxle tipped his hat to the assassin, motioned for Entreri to go left, and went right, blending into the shadows so perfectly that Entreri had to blink to make sure they were not they were not deceiving him. He knew that Jarlaxle, like all dark elves, was stealthy. Likewise he knew that Jarlaxle鈥檚 cloak was not the standard drow piwafwi, it did have many magical qualities. It surprised him that anyone, short of using a wizard鈥檚 invisibility spell, could find a way so to completely hide that great plumed hat.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Servant of the Shard