"Marvelous," Jarlaxle replied in his usual cheery tone, though completely reading the edge in his voice. This one had an axe to grind though it wasn't due to him.

"Master Hune?" he said, tapping his pointed shin with his finger. "I have not spoken to him in a good while. Over drinks in Sshamath I believe. I have not seen the old boy in too long, my loss for leaving Menzoberranzan." He gave Jezz a pointed look, making it clear he was stepping aside from any responsibility for this mess. "Alas, my condolences for your poor cousin" He removed his hat and placed it over his heart. "Tragic, and I mean that with all sincerity" his own voice taking a harder, more pointed tone. "Though from what Master Hune did tell me a certain Mizzrym wizard sicked a certain Baenre draegloth on your poor dear cousin for his own purposes. A horror that personally sickens me and none of my men, whether under my watch or Captain Kimmuriel's, would see that happen to anyone we called friend. There is a measure of loyalty among rogues, a fairy tale I personally would like to believe."