First Entrance
The drow pulled his hair out of his eyes as he rose from his bed to the sounds of a grumbling dwarf in the antechamber.
“Just cause ye killed more orcs than most’ a me boys doesn’t mean you can sleep past high sun, now hurry up and get to the war room ya durned fool of an elf.”
Knowing that his friend was more bluster than bite, Drizzt rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and dressed for the coming day.
Finally strapping on his cloak and his holy symbol carved from the bone of a knucklehead trout he opens the door to his room and steps through to find himself in the strangest looking tavern he has ever seen. Immediately he pulls his hood up and lowers his head to shield his telltale skin from view as he takes a seat at the bar.
"Where in the Nine Hells am I?"
He mutters to himself as he looks around for a bartender or someone who perhaps has a friendly smile.
“Just cause ye killed more orcs than most’ a me boys doesn’t mean you can sleep past high sun, now hurry up and get to the war room ya durned fool of an elf.”
Knowing that his friend was more bluster than bite, Drizzt rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and dressed for the coming day.
Finally strapping on his cloak and his holy symbol carved from the bone of a knucklehead trout he opens the door to his room and steps through to find himself in the strangest looking tavern he has ever seen. Immediately he pulls his hood up and lowers his head to shield his telltale skin from view as he takes a seat at the bar.
"Where in the Nine Hells am I?"
He mutters to himself as he looks around for a bartender or someone who perhaps has a friendly smile.