Jaheira/Banter

Template:CompanionTab A collection of Jaheira's remarks and overhead conversations with other characters.

Remarks

Selected

• Work to be done.
• At your command.
• Yes?
• This ought to be good.
• Nature's servant awaits.
• Whatever it takes.
• Such authority...
• Always nice to be wanted.
• Do what must be done.
• How high?
• Mm?
• Call, and I answer.
• Ready and waiting. Well, certainly waiting.
• The work is never done.
• Wherever we go, ye gods let there be something green.
• Let me guess - you need something.
• Let us show them how it's done.
• Watch your elders and learn.

Selected (in combat)

• Ready.
• For the fallen.
• Do you know, I think we have given offence.
• No better moment.
• Red in tooth and claw.
• Consider my hackles raised.
• Orders?
• Onward.
• Still standing, no matter what you heard.
• You have still have time to surrender.
• Always the same old song.
• And I thought we were going to be friends.
• Death greets us all - but not today.
• Naught but another harvest.
• What must be done.
• This is the easy part.
• War is an old woman's game.
• I think I could go another round.

Selected (sneaking)

• Best not to draw attention.
• Ask, then - but quietly.
• Steps light as falling leaves...
• Speak. Up.
• Ssssshhh.
• Turn your gaze, lest I turn it for you...
• Work to be done.
• Nature's servant awaits.
• Always nice to be wanted.
• Swiftly, if you please. These knees do not bend easily.
• Nature's servant, still waiting.
• Oh my, you found me.
• Did I snap a twig, or a toe?
• Another step on the path.
• Yes?
• Ever-ready.
• Only ask.
• Always more to be done.

Selection spam

• Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too.
• I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want.
• My, such strong wrists.
• Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you?
• Please go poke the ranger instead.

Selection spam (in combat)

• You have my attention - now do something with it.
• What? What do you want!?
• Do you know, I begin to wish they had never brought me back.
• Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.

Selection spam (sneaking)

• Dry those sweaty palms and let us try this again, shall we?
• Argh, my knees! Oh. It was a twig.
• Would that I could hide from you, too.
• Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.

Moving

• No rest, be you wicked or wise.
• At your command.
• I go where I'm told...
• Going, going.
• Lead the way.
• Just a little further.
• Always another step to go.
• Oakfather ease the road.
• Someday, I will sit down.
• Work to be done.
• Saer, yes saer.
• Someday, I will sit down. I mean it.
• Haven't sprouted roots just yet.
• Shake off the dust.
• There.
• Moving.
• A little further.
• Still some way to go.
• Onward.
• Boots worn through.
• On my way.
• Go.

Moving (in combat)

• Blades bared.
• Into battle.
• The straight path.
• On the hunt.
• Enough circling.
• No rest, be you wicked or wise.
• I can still move fast, when I need to.
• I go hunting.
• Quickly.
• Understood.
• Stalking.
• Oakfather, ease my way.
• Into position.
• By your command.
• Bring me into battle.
• Forward.
• Not pinned down just yet.

Moving (sneaking)

• On the trail.
• Stalking.
• Be we predator or prey?
• No rest, be you wicked or wise.
• As I'm told.
• Cannot always go in plain sight.
• Quietly as I can.
• Lest my old bones creak.
• Going.
• Hunting.
• None shall see.
• Aye.

Hiding

• Unseen.
• Silvanus soften my steps.
• Pay me no mind...
• No one hides like a Harper.
• Eyes to yourselves.
• Quick and quiet.

Hiding (in combat)

• Take them unawares.
• A moment to plan.
• Silvanus soften my steps.
• Watch for the hidden hand.
• Out of sight.
• Cast your arrows elsewhere...
• No one hides like a Harper.
• Be a dear and look elsewhere, would you?

At low health

• Agh! I think... this one is slowing me down...
• A rest... a potion... and all... will be well...
• Healing, cub. Lest I sit down for a rest and not rise again.

Can't fit in a small hole

• Even in my youth, I was not quite so slight as this.

Can't fit in a tiny hole

• No way through - in this form, at least.

Can't use an item

• Can't be done now.

Can't use an item while in combat

• Later!
• Perhaps when we are not fighting for our lives, hm?
• Hands a little full here.
• We have slightly more pressing matters to attend to.

Finding a locked item

• Nothing. There must be another way to unseal it.
• Can't be opened - not from here, at least.
• Sealed. Best look around for a way to open it.
• No movement. Perhaps we must unlock it somewhere else?

Looking at a globe

• So many places to be... and I chose Baldur's Gate.

Looking at an astrolabe

• Planets beyond our own, and planes beyond those. I have headaches enough on this little patch of earth, thank you.

Looking into a mirror

• I can fawn over my face later.
• What good all this ethereal eladrin blood if I can still get pimples?
• This body can take a little more punishment yet.

Looking into a telescope

• As if there were not dark and light enough down here to gaze at.

Surprised by mimic

• Must we beat every stick of furniture into submission?
• At least you had the decency not to disguise yourself as a tree.

After a Short Rest

• Enough to keep us going, for now.
• *Grunt.*
• Agh. Is it the earth beneath that crunches, or the bones within?
• Come, laggards. There is still enough to be done this day.

On character death

Player:

• Up! Your work is not done!

Player (Dark Urge):

• No!

Lae'zel:

• Lae'zel! No - this is not where you fall, child of Gith.

Shadowheart:

• Shadowheart! Don't you dare die here.

Karlach:

• Karlach - no! Not yet!

Gale:

• Gale - no!

Wyll:

• No! Up, Wyll - you've taken worse wounds than this!

Minthara:

• Stand, drow!

Minsc:

• No, you great big fool - no!

Astarion:

• Astarion - get up!

Halsin:

• Rise, archdruid - your work is not done!

Throwing Scratchs' ball after his death

• You deserved better, boy.
• Gods, but you'd miss the fuss. the noise. Gods above, even the smell.
• Pointless, without a pup to chase it.
• Enough. This isn't helping anyone.

Location Remarks

Act Two

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Party Banter

Jaheira and Astarion

(In the Lower City)

• Astarion: Beyond that gate is the Upper City, housing the great and the good of Baldur's Gate.
• Jaheira: You yearn for a better class of company, Astarion?
• Astarion: Gods no - who'd want to spend time with anyone great or good?

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(In the Lower City)

• Astarion: Cazazdor always warned us to stay clear of this neighbourhood. Never said why, though.
• Jaheira: The last spawn who tried was sunk into the cobblestones and left for the sun to find. I had an unfortunate taste for theatrics, in my youth.
• Astarion: Ah. Yes, that was probably it.

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(In the North Alleys)

• Jaheira: Never mind the shining squares - I am more comfortable on streets such as this. A peek at the true face behind the mask.
• Astarion: Yet another thing we have in common. We're two peas in a pod.
• Jaheira: I said a peek behind the city's mask, Astarion - not a look up its skirts.
• Astarion: Jaheira! What do you think of me?

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(Ascendant Astarion)

• Jaheira: You consumed all the spawn in your service, lord Astarion. You shall have to fend for yourself a while.
• Astarion: Oh, I've never had trouble attracting foolish, pretty people.
• Jaheira: Nor did Cazador, it seems.
• Astarion: Jaheira! ... You think I'm pretty?

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(Spawn Astarion)

• Jaheira: I am glad it is your non-vampiric charms our friend has fallen for, Astarion. It is, isn't it?
• Astarion: Of course! Is it so unbelievable that they would simply like me?
• Astarion: If you insist on prying, perhaps you'd care to join us and see how much we enjoy one another?
• Jaheira: Why? Do you require some instruction on how the deed is done?
• Astarion: I'm sure even I could learn some new tricks from an old veteran such as yourself.

Jaheira and Gale

(At the Temple of Bhaal)

• Gale: Gods, who knew such a vile abcess lurked in the bedrock of the city. The very stone reeks of misery and despair.
• Jaheira: A sad shrine kept by the lunatic and the lost. The last time I was here, I promised myself I would die beneath open sky. I have not changed my mind.
• Gale: Nor should you. Far better to feel a cool breeze on your skin than whatever foul expirations blow through these halls.

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• Jaheira: So you wish to be a god, Gale? You know the wizard Irenicus attempted the same thing, by leeching divine blood from a Bhaalspawn.
• Gale: Aha, transfusion! An interesting strategy. Hard to get hold of a god's blood, of course, but if one could...
• Jaheira: He managed it. After murdering my husband, and torturing my friends and I for half a year.
• Gale: Did I say interesting? I meant terrible, of course. A terrible strategy...

Jaheira and Karlach

(At Devil's Fee)

• Karlach: So, erm, Jaheira. Do you like to... that is, what do you like to do?
• Jaheira: As in... hobbies? Oh. Well... I like to play music, I suppose?
• Karlach: I'm just picturing you strumming on a harp so hard the strings snap and trying not to shriek. What do you play?
• Jaheira: Eh. Mostly the same children's rhyme, on a battered whistle of tin. I do not get a lot of time to practise.
• Jaheira: Oh spare me the sad eyes, girl! Not every daily deed is worthy of song! Certainly none I can play.

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(In the Foundry)

• Karlach: These Steel Watchers are big as hell.
• Jaheira: All the more cracks and crevices for a wild-shape to ferret into - gum up the works a little.
• Karlach: I'd give my other horn to watch that.

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(At the Water Queen's House)

• Karlach: This place is so peaceful. Maybe I should convert.
• Jaheira: I've done my share of praying to her, though not for the cause of peace. My faith was suddenly found on choppy seas.
• Karlach: I don't know what that means.

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(If Karlach is romanced)

• Jaheira: You've a love-struck look about you, Karlach. Just do not let it distract you from the task ahead.
• Karlach: But what if I really enjoy being distracted from the task ahead?
• Jaheira: Bah, where is the barbarian rage? I have been learning so many colourful phrases from you, I was hoping to inspire a few more.
• Karlach: Ma'am, you've been inspiring me since I was yea high.

Jaheira and Lae'zel

(At the Docks)

• Jaheira: Ugh. I have no love for the sea, but the city would not be what it is without these ships. That lends them a kind of beauty, I suppose.
• Lae'zel: Indeed. There is no more impressive sight than a githyanki spelljammer with its astral sails unfurled.
• Jaheira: A sweeter sight still, the world those ships might make if you plied them between the planes. Interplanar learning, trade...
• Lae'zel: Trade? Why stoop to barter when you have the power to take what you need?

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• Jaheira: Lae'zel. My brief time on the Astral Plane left quite the impression. You must miss it dearly.
• Lae'zel: I don't hail from the Astral, Jaheira. My glimpse was as brief as yours, before we were cast back to the Material.
• Lae'zel: If only I might have remained there. Oh, to soar the skies above Tu'narath atop a red dragon...

Jaheira and Shadowheart

(If Shadowheart is still devoted to Shar)

• Jaheira: Tell me, Shadowheart - how does Shar's favour feel? Does it fill you up, bring you joy?
• Shadowheart: A nice vintage or a comfortable bed bring me joy. This is much more than that. This brings me purpose.
• Jaheira: So humbly spoken. Perhaps you are a different breed than the last Mother Superior.
• Shadowheart: Time shall tell. At the very least, I can learn from her mistakes.

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(If Shadowheart is no longer devoted to Shar)

• Jaheira: Shadowheart. You should know - Viconia was not half so heartless as she liked to appear.
• Shadowheart: I knew her well enough. You might have travelled with her for a time, but she trained me. What's your point?
• Jaheira: Only that I find it hard to believe that she could have raised you, and felt nothing for you.
• Shadowheart: Perhaps she took some pride in her work, forming me to Shar's liking. She certainly relished wielding the rod..
• Shadowheart: ... but who knows. Perhaps someone else made her that way, as she tried to do to me.

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(At Wyrm's Crossing)

• Jaheira: Wyrm's Crossing. This place has been a haven, when Harpers were less than welcome in the city proper.
• (If Shadowheart is still devoted to Shar)
  • Shadowheart: It is always wise to have another redoubt, another escape route. Though I assumed your lot's antics would have secured you the love of the masses.
• (If Shadowheart is no longer devoted to Shar)
  • Shadowheart: Seems hard to imagine your efforts haven't always been appreciated.
• Jaheira: Oh, a Harper does not go in for public acclaim. We work in shadow and secrecy, tragically unacknowledged by the ungrateful herd.
• (If Shadowheart is still devoted to Shar)
  • Shadowheart: Lady Shar's children toil similarly... but we know there is no need to seek the favour of others. Our lady's love is all we need.
• (If Shadowheart is no longer devoted to Shar)
  • Shadowheart: Hmph, sounds familiar.

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(At the Morphic Pool)

• Jaheira: And now another 'final' battle. This small band has gone further than any army could have in its place.
• Shadowheart: You didn't seek to gather the Harpers for one last charge? Fodder for heroic ballads yet to be written, perhaps.
• Jaheira: Not at all - Harpers fight dirty. A well-timed strike, with the knowledge of just where to place it, and suddenly superior numbers count for nothing.
• (If Shadowheart is still devoted to Shar)
  • Shadowheart: You must have been following the example of Lady Shar's children then - they do say imitation is a form of flattery.
• (If Shadowheart is no longer devoted to Shar)
  • Shadowheart: Sounds much like the Sharrans - hopefully that's where the similarities end.

Jaheira and Wyll

(At the Basilisk's Gate)

• Wyll: Mercenary they may be, but father always demanded discipline from the Flaming Fist. Seems some grew unruly in his absence.
• Jaheira: Your father made a fine job of polishing them up some - but a sellsword is still a sellsword. They are just following their nature.
• Wyll: And you think the Harpers are more dutiful?
• Jaheira: I should hope so - they certainly don't get paid half so well.

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(At the Counting House)

• Wyll: I was barely eight years of age when I heard the Counting House held mythical treasure.
• Wyll: So curious little Wyll tried to slip in. The guard spotted me straight away and dragged me by the collar back to my father.
• Jaheira: A talking-to from the Grand Marshal himself. Quite the introduction to a life of crime - what did he say?
• Wyll: Oh, he pretended to be cross. But there was no hiding the sly grin that crept on his face.

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(At the Guildhall)

• Wyll: Odd - I'd expect a Flaming Fist or four to be stationed nearby.
• Jaheira: They stick to sunnier streets. Heavens forbid they disrupt any of that Guild business they're so well-paid to ignore, hm?
• Wyll: The Fist aren't what they used to be.
• Jaheira: I grieve to tell you, Wyll, they never were.

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(In the Undercity Ruins)

• Wyll: My first visit to the undercity. A haven for undead, or so my tutors said.
• Jaheira: Shadow people roaming shadow streets. There's little more to learn down here but some depressing ways to die.

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(If Wyll is romanced)

• Jaheira: So, Wyll - you have your mind set on marriage.
• Wyll: Why not? If this adventure has taught me anything, it's that life is fragile, and we should seize joy when we can. You think I'm being rash?
• Jaheira: Not at all. The world does not wait around for us, so take your moment while you may. Damn what anyone else thinks.
• Jaheira: So long as you serve a proper meal at the wedding. None of this finger-picking nonsense, yes?

Jaheira and Halsin

(In Harborview Park)

• Halsin: Ah, a glimpse of nature. Like a sip of water to parched lips, eh, Jaheira?
• Jaheira: Baldurians think all druids to be hay-haired idlers, Halsin. Perhaps we ought not speak of nature - but high art, or politics?
• Halsin: I think on them also. But nothing matches the splendour of an ancient tree.
• Jaheira: It is so. And, should one favour bear-form, that tree in particular makes for excellent back-scratching...

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• Jaheira: Archdruid. You appear to gather a rather fanatic following wherever you go. A noble thing, to serve nature so tirelessly.
• Halsin: I welcome all of nature's blessings, whether they come to me one at a time, or in multitudes. There is no shame in it.
• Jaheira: Consider me put in my place. Clearly, I have been spending too much time among the city-folk.

Jaheira and Minsc

(Entering Cazador's Palace)

• Minsc: If Minsc had any hairs on his head, this place would set them all a-standing. And look how Boo's bunches his hackles!
• Jaheira: We three have come through darker places than this together, Minsc.
• Jaheira: And hamsters don't have hackles.
• Minsc: Does Jaheira not set your heart at ease, Boo? It is comforting, to know that one so wise can be so wrong.

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(In Bloomridge Park)

• Minsc: All of these statues - could they, too, be heroes all? Frozen in stone until the city has need of them?
• Jaheira: The Harpers keep records of those who fought for the city - I think I would recall mention of a bare-assed little cherub in all our story and song.
• Minsc: Well. Boo would also think you would have noticed when Minsc himself was frozen for over a century.
• Jaheira: ... do you know, I had forgotten just how catty your hamster can be.

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(In The Blushing Mermaid)

• Minsc: Jaheira, Minsc's memory of his last time in this taproom is a little... fuzzy. Did he...?
• Jaheira: Fear not, Rashemaar. It has never been your way to over-indulge.
• Jaheira: But you did offend one of my contacts by letting Boo paddle around in her tankard. Pewter, I believe - she cracked it over your head.
• Minsc: Oh, praise the Three! Minsc was afraid he had shamed myself. I will, eh, leave a penny at the bar.
• Jaheira: Best leave two. I cracked her with my own, afterward. She was drinking grog - Boo's backside could only have improved it.

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(Entering the Sewers)

• Minsc: AH! The smell of adventure, in the very heart of the city!
• Jaheira: The city's lower intestine, perhaps.
• Minsc: Better yet! What swifter way to strike at evil's butt than to crawl through its innards?

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(In the Guildhall, before meeting Nine-Fingers Keene)

• Jaheira: If Nine-Fingers survived the fray, she will be right back to work in there. We ought to speak to her.
• Minsc: She has you in her thrall, Jaheira. Minsc will still her serpent tongue, before it has a chance to twine around your thoughts!
• Jaheira: That, she will definitely have something to say about.