A Bad Day for Ballads
The Wackier Sequel to "Of Music and Men"
2nd of Eleint, 1368 D.R.
It was predictable. Unavoidable. Ultimately inevitable. Jarlaxle could not last a day—no, half a day—without getting in trouble. And trouble for Jarlaxle meant trouble for Entreri.
The assassin had a firm hold on Jarlaxle's hideous rainbow-colored cape. Exiting the elegant castle that towered over the city of Trailsend, Entreri dragged said drow behind him. "I told you not to do it," the human snapped.
Forced to follow, Jarlaxle grasped Entreri's arm and clung on as the assassin rushed across the wooden drawbridge and out into the cobblestone street. "Why not?" he asked, a picture of innocence. "She was a perfectly gorgeous lady, and I thought to immortalize her beauty with a lovely—"
"Bawdy," Entreri corrected, making his way down the wet and crowded street.
"Suggestive but still tasteful," Jarlaxle insisted, "ballad. What is the harm in that?"