I see. To go from a battle you've fought for so long, to a new one... knowing no satisfaction or rest? Your heart must be weary.
[ The words are soft, sad in that oddly gentle way of his. Drizzt doesn't seek to place a hand on Liem, knowing that sometimes touch is unwanted ( be it from him, or anyone else, but usually him — ), but he does keep pace. As if enamored with his surroundings, he looks around, examines them; a furrow between his brows appearing now and again, as he thinks back to the memories of Menzoberranzan, of the dark caverns and glowing mosses, bioluminescent fungi and ferns, the eerie silence of the vaulted heights and distant dangers beyond its borders.
A bit like the Below, with Kowloon at the epicenter of civilization. ]
I believe I might be able to rest for a time, but my joining in will be inevitable — someone will need aid, or protection, and I have never known the ability to turn my very soul away from the needs of others. No, I think I will take my time, but I will come to be wielded once more by the gods.
[ A pause. ]
Or the memory of them, knowing my world has ended and they have gone with it.
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[ The words are soft, sad in that oddly gentle way of his. Drizzt doesn't seek to place a hand on Liem, knowing that sometimes touch is unwanted ( be it from him, or anyone else, but usually him — ), but he does keep pace. As if enamored with his surroundings, he looks around, examines them; a furrow between his brows appearing now and again, as he thinks back to the memories of Menzoberranzan, of the dark caverns and glowing mosses, bioluminescent fungi and ferns, the eerie silence of the vaulted heights and distant dangers beyond its borders.
A bit like the Below, with Kowloon at the epicenter of civilization. ]
I believe I might be able to rest for a time, but my joining in will be inevitable — someone will need aid, or protection, and I have never known the ability to turn my very soul away from the needs of others. No, I think I will take my time, but I will come to be wielded once more by the gods.
[ A pause. ]
Or the memory of them, knowing my world has ended and they have gone with it.