"I would not force you to remain within my arms the entire night," Jarlaxle adds, mindful of his co-leader's particularities. "Merely long enough for me to find my own sleep. I'd only wish for you to stay in the room regardless."

He watches, thoughtfully, as Kimmuriel steps up to the range. Kimmuriel had been very much enjoying his Lantanese pistol when Jarlaxle had last seen him on their own plane, but a pistol and a rifle were two very differently shaped firearms. Moreover, these were not flintlocks.