Jaheira/banter

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

Remarks

Successfully finding a hidden object, door, etc.

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Looking in a mirror

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

Finding a locked item

  • ""

Location Remarks

Act Two

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Act Three

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Party Banter

Jaheira and Astarion

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Jaheira and Gale

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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.

(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.

(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.

(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?

  • 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.

(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.

(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.

(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.

(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.

(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.

(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.

(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...

  • 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.

(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.

(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.

(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?

(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.