[ He sobers at that first sentiment — nobody should ever be preyed on. And yeah. Yeah, that's true; from Amos' reaction either he's a particularly empathetic kind of guy, or he's had some personal experience in that department — his demeanour becomes more serious, posture that little bit corrected, gaze more focused. He nods, because one way or another, he gets it.

Drizzt's smile does little to counter his exhaustion on display, and Amos is left hovering there, a little uncertain on how to proceed. Telling two people to break it up is easy; this is hard. ]

I... don't think so. No. [ Despite nearly a year of living here, it's never occurred to him. A lot of space was lawless because something that expansive is difficult to govern; the same cannot be said for Highstorm. ] I didn't think it was necessary. Things like that don't really... happen.

[ They don't, right? Or at least — Highstorm is largely childless, so a lot of potential flashpoints like that are never really on his radar.

His awkwardness is possibly palpable. ]

I'm sorry. [ He has the distinct feeling of being in the wrong here, now. ] You're right. People shouldn't be preyed on. It's up to all of us to stop that from happening, so for that to get as far as it did... Something fell through the cracks there. Shouldn't have.

[ Doesn't exactly make up for the fact that it did happen, though. ]