The water won't spare us
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Drizzt backed away from the woman when she accepted his blade, his hands returning to his sides. His face held a happy grin as he returned to his place beside Zalen. He had already accepted her enemies as his, and was ready to face them. The Russian saw the shudder of hesitation pass through Zalen at the sentence though, and dropped a comforting hand on the other man's shoulder. "If words won't reach them, than we will have no choice other than violence. Her enemies are ours, and ours each others. I'll watch your back for you, Brother." The male turned his attention back to the woman after giving the man a reassuring smile. Jaden stood quietly in the shadows of the tavern, his eyes watching from the shadows.

The Russian considered their endeavor. There were five of them, six if Jaden chose to stand beside them. The northern pack, Salsola had eighteen canines of various backgrounds, though only sixteen were 'adults'. The odds weren't horribly stacked against them, though he would have felt better with a few more hands on with them. His eyes found Jaden once more and Drizzt wondered where the mans twin weapons were, the moon blades if he remembered correctly. They had intrigued the assassin greatly, being able to lock together or separate for travelling. Everything considered though, his skills with the bow could be even greater than with the blades for all he knew.


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