[ The handshake may not reveal the marks of a magus that Tezcatlipoca was looking for, but it tells him something just as important. He feels the roughness of Drizzt’s hands, and if he were his more divine self, he’d probably sense the stories behind each little mark. But still, even in this reduced form, he can tell that the callouses aren’t one of a laborer or farmhand. Drizzt is one of his.

Of course, identifying himself as a forescout helps, but even so. Not every scout was built the same.

So, his expression does lighten a little bit, but it seems to be because the claims of skill make him a little less hesitant about an (allegedly) dangerous journey. ]

Now, if you’re experienced in that kinda thing, that does maybe change my mind. I’m not exactly well-equipped to go strolling into the woods all on my lonesome, but with a warrior? Better odds.

[ He does use “warrior” very deliberately to see how Drizzt takes it. It’s a little test to see if it’s accepted or rejected. ]

I’m pretty solidly neutral, myself. I could throw myself into either side, since the end result is essentially the same. I restore my world, it’s fucked and about to get remade anyways. So. I’m just waiting to be convinced. [ Where many might be a bit more delicate with that last little tidbit Drizzt drops, Tezcatlipoca is much more blunt. ] What changed in your past few days to make you certain?