Realms of Shadow - Lizz Baldwin [66]
"Well, pray tell us of this job," Jarlaxle prompted after a lengthy pause. "Nothing against the law of the land, you understand," he added, a typical and expected disclaimer that any self-respecting thief or assassin would be quick to add.
"Oh, no, not that," Feepun said with a laugh. "A bit of justice sorted out, that's all."
Jarlaxle and Entreri exchanged knowing smirks-that was the common disclaimer response, usually meaning that someone either deserved to die, or to be robbed.
"Got me a friend who's lookin' to get an idol back," the innkeeper explained, leaning in and whispering. "He's paying good, too. Hundred gold pieces for one night's work. Ye up for it?"
"Keep talking," said Jarlaxle.
"Seems he's had a dispute over a little statue. Got stolen by a guy near here. He wants it back."
"How do you know that we are capable of doing this?" Entreri asked.
"Telled ye I knowed how to read me guests. I think ye can. Shouldn't be too hard a job, though this thief, Rorli, is a nasty one."
"Perhaps a hundred is not enough, then," Jarlaxle put in.
The innkeeper shrugged. "Said he'd give a hundred. Seems like a fair price to me. I can ask-"
"First tell us the particulars," Entreri interrupted. "We have much to do and need to buy supplies for the road north."
The innkeeper grinned and leaned in even closer, detailing all he knew of Rorli, including the location of the man's apartment, which was not far away. Then, on the request of Jarlaxle and Entreri, the innkeeper left them alone for a bit.
"It might be fun," Jarlaxle said when he and his friend were alone.
"Might get us killed or get Rorli killed."
The dark elf shrugged, as if that hardly mattered. "A hundred gold is a pittance," he said, "but so begins a reputation that might suit us well, perhaps."
"Give me a hundred gold now, so I might buy the items I'll need for the work," Entreri said.
Grinning widely, Jarlaxle reached into a tiny pouch and pulled forth some coins, then some more and some more-more than the purse could possibly hold, except that it contained an extra-dimensional pocket within- until Entreri had closer to two hundred.
"And we're doing this for a hundred?" the assassin asked skeptically.
"The things you buy will be reusable, yes?"
"Yes."
"An investment, then."
It occurred to Entreri that his companion was enjoying this a bit too much. He knew that usually meant trouble.
Still, he shrugged and motioned for the innkeeper to come back.
* * * * *
Deftly working his housebreaker harness and the ropes he had set with a grapnel on the building's roof, Entreri scaled the two-story structure, setting himself at the ledge of the second story window that he knew from observation to be Rorli's bedroom. A quick check had him confident that there were no pressure traps on this side of the glass.
In perfect balance and with amazing dexterity, the thief pulled forth his other newly-acquired tools, pressing a suction cup delicately against the center of the glass, then attached a swivel arm, with its diamond-tipped glass cutter. He traced a perfect circle and tugged lightly, though the cut piece didn't immediately pull free.
Jarlaxle calmly levitated up beside him. "An interesting contraption for one who cannot levitate," the dark elf said, indicating the harness.
"I make do," Entreri replied.
"But such a waste of money for the darksuit," the drow went on, shaking his head and sighing. "The cloak I gave you is far more effective, and the hat even more than that."
Entreri knew he shouldn't be surprised by anything Jarlaxle said concerning magic items, and he had been fairly convinced that the cloak he wore was some improved version of the concealing drow piwafwi. The remark about the hat, though, had him completely off-guard.
The hat?" he asked. He brought his free hand up to the short and stiff brim of his bolero.
Tip it down and to the left