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[underdarkangel]

Drizzt is outside this evening his scimitars gleaming in the moonlight as he weaves them through intricate patterns, his eyes alight with fire as he cuts into a statue of an orc in full plate armor

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[conan_cimmerian]

With a Cimmerian? Possibly. He is young, but he learned stealth from his crib.

If his sword is out, it's merely a precaution.

[underdarkangel]

Drizzt continues his attacks on the target seemingly unaware of being observed.

Dancing around the statue he continues his attacks on the throat and beneath the arms.

[conan_cimmerian]

Conan just watches. And starts to smirk.

[underdarkangel]

Drizzt blades continue to spin in beautiful patterns and then suddenly they are gone, his hands at his sides.

"You can come out, there is nthing to fear."

His tone of voice is calming and unthreatening.

[conan_cimmerian]

Conan chuckles. "If you're trying to impress me, you're not doing it the right way. Anyone with an ounce of woodcraft would've noted me five minutes ago." He walks on out.