Jarlaxle carefully closed the door behind him so that it made no sound, before letting out the breath he didn't realise he was holding.

He quickly walked over to the cupboard of his desk and opened it, lifting out the 'treasure' inside and the small bag of items next to it.

Taking them to a rug on the floor in his office, a huge grin plastered on his face, he began to rummage through the bag and pulled out the items he currently wanted out.

Soon enough he was immersed in his own little world and didn't notice the door opening.

Hearing someone clear his throat though, that brought him back to reality. Quickly, he hid the item that had so captured his attention behind his back. An innocent look crept into his eyes.

"Yes Kimmuriel?" He asked, innocence heard in his voice as well.

"Um..." the astonished lieutenant replied, "I just wanted to tell you that Entreri is back from that little mission you sent him on."

Jarlaxle grinned. "Good. Tell him I want to speak to him about our next sparring session." With that said, he flicked his wrist at the stunned male, an invitation to leave him.

Kimmuriel stayed where he was though, eyes staring intently at Jarlaxle's arms. He hoped to the Gods that he had been wrong in what he saw. He knew Jarlaxle had been acting a bit odder than usual, but this...."Um, sir? Is that a doll you are hiding behind your back?"

With that said, Jarlaxle shot him a look so murderous that the pscionicist sprinted away before he ended up decoration on the floor of the office.

Jarlaxle got up and slammed the door closed, making sure that this time he payed enough attention to do what he should have done when he first entered the room.

He hated when he left the door unlocked. Someone always managed to burst in and spoil his fun.

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