Return of the Drow

[fightingblind]

Well, here is someone who has not been here for quite a while. He does not seem to be at all concerned about that; then again, even if he was, it would be doubtful that he would show it. He walks in through the back door, dropping a bag that most likely has a few freshly-killed fowl in it on the table and moving to find a knife to finish dressing

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[merc_jarlaxle]

The prodigal hunter has returned. *perched somewhere, beaming*

[fightingblind]

*turns and raises an eyebrow at him* You have managed to stick one of those trackers of yours on me, haven't you?

[merc_jarlaxle]

Trackers? Me? Surely you jest.

[fightingblind]

I'll take that as a yes.

[merc_jarlaxle]

I'm hurt that you think I would do such a think without telling you.

[fightingblind]

You're a worrier.

[merc_jarlaxle]

Not at all. I'm just looking out for my second.

[fightingblind]

Which is the exact same thing.

[merc_jarlaxle]

Good seconds are hard to find, you know. *there may be a fond beam*

[fightingblind]

Especially ones that are willing to put up with you?

[merc_jarlaxle]

You make it seem like I'm some sort of Obnoxious Bastard.

[fightingblind]

I would never imply that.

[merc_jarlaxle]

*brief genuine smile* It is good to have you back.

[fightingblind]

*returns it with one of his own* I am glad to see you again, at least.

[merc_jarlaxle]

You are well?

[fightingblind]

Nothing untoward has happened.