[Kythras]

It was a trick, a cunning trick. This sorry soul held no remorse for any drop of blood he had spilt. He may not be evil, but he definitely came a close second, and there was one comment that struck far too close to home for Tway's liking. In two quick strides she was right up in the Drow's face (She seems to like doing that). Her voice was as cold as ice when she spoke, "You would presume to put yourself on a par with Drizzt Do'Urden. Yes, that great man has done much for the north, surely much of it is in his debt. Whereas you are some unproven scoundrel who makes a habit of insulting people without provocation. I have met Drizzt, I know of his honour and selflessness, and until I see the same from you..." she left that haning before continuing in a whisper meant only for the Drow's ears, "If you so much as look at me or Sh'rarn wrong, you may find youself with a few more appendages... wooden ones... with fletchings, if you catch my meaning." She pulled back, still eyeing the Drow coldly, "Sh'rarn, if you deem this elf worthy of our trust then I shall deem him thus aswell, you are, after all, the leader in this escapade..."