[ Oh, they sound like a proper set of companions — different stories coming together, different backgrounds. He wonders how long they've all been together, if they love one another, if they will grow to in the way he loved his own Companions. Questions about Baldur's Gate sits on the tip of his tongue, though he has not the heart to ask them — only to help her to her feet.
She's much taller now, and he steps back to be able to best meet her eyes. An old habit, from when he and Wulfgar traveled together. Kept him out of those bruising mits, and let them see one another in full. ]
Well met, Karlach Cliffgate. [ As for his own name, he
falters for a moment.
And elects not to lie, stating himself with a calm, cautious hitch in his throat: ] Drizzt Do'Urden. Would you like to accompany me? We can root around, see if any of your companions are on their way out of the dirt to rejoin you.
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She's much taller now, and he steps back to be able to best meet her eyes. An old habit, from when he and Wulfgar traveled together. Kept him out of those bruising mits, and let them see one another in full. ]
Well met, Karlach Cliffgate. [ As for his own name, he
falters for a moment.
And elects not to lie, stating himself with a calm, cautious hitch in his throat: ] Drizzt Do'Urden. Would you like to accompany me? We can root around, see if any of your companions are on their way out of the dirt to rejoin you.