[Liem becomes more at ease as they leave the activity of the Last Dance behind them and traverse the quiet maze of abandoned tunnels beneath Springstar’s surface. Away from the glowing mushrooms of Kowloon and the dim lamps illuminating the tunnels just outside it, the complex of twisting passages is almost completely dark, but the blackness and the silence are a welcome reprive after the press and crowds of earlier. Liem does not miss the ease with which his companion navigates, either, as the dark of that maze swallows them up.

He stops when Drizzt does, turning to look at the smaller man directly, pale eyes flashing, animal-like, in the low light barely filtering from down the passage behind them.]

You are deserving of care also, is that not so?

[This man’s philosophy is a kinder one than his own, Liem feels. He cannot recall ever meeting a stranger and, knowing almost nothing about them, deciding that they deserved to be cared for. By whom? Whose responsibility should that be? It is a charitable notion, he thinks, and would be more appropriate within the churches of the Dawnflower or the Eternal Rose than in his own patron’s. But Drizzt Do’urden seems to believe in it.]

Consideration is not meant to just be paid back, but rather paid forward. I hope you find the people you are looking for.