"So it is," Jarlaxle says, pleasantly to the youth. He notes the dark skin and white hair. A coincidence, perhaps, but then, perhaps not. "I am sorry if I chased you off it. That was not my aim."

(Jarlaxle's own pate is shaved bald, of course, but his eyebrows are as white as any drow's.)

"Are you a newcomer as well?" he asks after a moment.