Drizzt’s encouraging words relaxed the dark male and he gave a grateful smile. Even despite his hesitancy to some of this groups intentions, he knew the people within it were good and would not do something so terrible that Zalen would regret joining them.
Zalen watched silently as the events unfolded around him. The red tinted man stepped forward, somewhat haughtily and questioned the group’s motives and those of the leader, Zalen couldn’t help but scowl at him. Then, matching the male’s pretense with her own, Vesper spoke up against him, defending them. Zalen could help but smile, his tail twitching in some semblance of a wag.
Then Noir, with all the grace that a leader could muster, spoke clearly to him of her belief and understanding of Salsola’s wrongs, and how they only wished to right them. Zalen nodded after she spoke, Slaves have no power, it is inherent to their condition. We must aid our brethren forced that are into servitude, otherwise we are no better than those who put false claim on their lives. He looked at the crimson stained one, olive eyes piercing, If you say you are for peace, what better way than helping those who cannot help themselves gain peace?
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