Jarlaxle raised his eyebrows. This drow had an extreme amount of luck. “And you survived the underdark? Well well, not many can claim that.” He examined the young, centuries younger than himself, drow. He could possibly be of use. “What skills do you have?”
“Well, I am…
Jarlaxle smiled widely. This drow seemed like a good recruit. “How would you like a job?” The mercenary asked, examining the young man. “I am the leader of the Bregan D’aerthe, do you know it?” He was thinking that he wanted a branch on the surface.
"I believe I’ve heard of it. It’s something liker a house that’s made up of a lot of mercenary and outcast drow," He crossed his arms. " What kind of job exactly?"