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"It is undeniably beautiful, do you not agree?" Jarlaxle asked, looking back at the soaring cathedral, with its tall spires, soaring buttresses, and great, colored windows.
"The mask of a god," Entreri replied sourly.
"The mask or the face?" asked the always-surprising Jarlaxle.
Entreri stared hard at his companion, and back at the towering cathedral. "The mask," he said, "or perhaps the illusion, concocted by those who seek to elevate themselves above all others and have not the skills to do so."
Jarlaxle looked at him curiously.
"A man inferior with the blade or with his thoughts can still so elevate himself," Entreri explained curtly, "if he can impart the belief that some god or other speaks through him. It is the greatest deception in all the world, and one embraced by kings and lords, while minor lying thieves on the streets of Calimport and other cities lose their tongues for so attempting to coax the purses of others."
That struck Jarlaxle as the most poignant and revealing insight he had yet pried from the mouth of the elusive Artemis Entreri, a great clue as to who this man truly was.
From R.A. Salvatore's Servant of the Shard


Jarlaxle: Who better in all the realms to wield Crenshinibon but me?




Kane: Your drow friend is quite persuasive, and comes prepared.

Artemis Entreri: If only you knew.




Jarlaxle: I am he who rules the world, don't you know? One little piece at a time. I am the stuff of Riordan Parnell's most outrageous songs, and I am a confused memory for those whose lives I´ve entered and departed.




Jarlaxle: Shall we join them before they kill each other? To aid whichever side is losing, of course.




Jarlaxle: Yes, this could be rather enjoyable.

Kimmurial: And profitable?

Jarlaxle: I cannot have one without the other.




Kimmuriel: For reasons no sane drow could ever fathom.

Jarlaxle: Sane is boring.




Drizzt Do'Urden: There is no one in all the world, I believe, more crafty and more ingenious than Jarlaxle of Bregan D'aerthe, the consummate opportunist, a wily leader who can craft a kingdom out of the dung of rothe.




Artemis Entreri: Do not underestimate Jarlaxle. Many have; they are dead.




Yvonnel Baenre: What have you learned?

Jarlaxle: It would take me centuries to spew it all