Surya called him " just a petty thief", and accused him of being a pathetic dreamer; and Hildraft, in an exchange of metaphors which forever buried the jibes against his clerical calling, described him as "a crude tool". Jalvan replied that many 'crude tools' were to be found in a shiny belt; Hildraft riposted that any tool could poke you painfully in the side if you sat down unwisely.Clearly defeated in this exchange of aphorisms, Jalvan shook his head and said he didn't think they could do business after all, and turned to leave. Surya, direct as ever, roughly told him that they'd not given him permission to leave, as he'd not told them the truth. Jalvan half-turned back, and now real anger was visible in his face for the first time. He returned scorn to the surface-worlders, laughingly reminding them that in any negotiations in the Underdark, everyone lies; no-one ever tells everything. He proudly defied their right to hold or loose him, saying he could come and go as he chose.
Then he triggered the magical Darkness all Fae Mhor can use, and was gone before Hildraft could dispel it.