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Small drow feet padded down the hall as a small form was trying to slink in the shadows. Unfortunately, the small child was nowhere nearly as sneaky as he thought he was.
Someone, most likely hearing the footsteps were opening the door. The child blanched and in a panic began frantically running down the hall and round a corner. He kept running as the footsteps followed, trying to get back to the chapel that he had escaped.
Regrettably, he was more than a little lost. He turned another corner and then was at a dead end. Frantically, he took the only door and found himself in a vast room. His eyes widened at the sight. All along the walls there were weapons.
He toddled up to a rack and brought his hands up carefully to one of the blades, shivering in excitement as his fingers brushed on the cool metal. He was entranced.
His entrancement broke, however when he heard the footsteps again. He jumped away and spotted a door on the wall. Slipping into the room, he blanched when he saw that someone was already in the room.
A tall and imposing male with magnificent blades on his hips. He stared up at him in awe and the got an amused look in response. “Shouldn’t you be in the chapel?” He was asked.
He awkwardly looked down at the ground and shifted his weight. “It was cold and I was looking for a blanket.”
The older drow laughed and Drizzt brought his gaze back to him. The older drow was sitting on his bed and motioning for him to come over. “Plenty warm in here. You will get in trouble if you are caught with a blanket in the morning.”
He approached and then was picked up and placed on the bed. In less than a second, a blanket was wrapped around him and the older drow was lying flat on his back.
He pulled the blanket close to him, smiling at the warmth, before eyeing the other drow suspiciously. “Won’t I be in more trouble if I’m not there in the morning?”
Another hearty laugh and an amused grin. “Probably, but just tell your sister Wizard Rizzen said you could go.”
He tilted his head to the side and eyed the swords. “If you a wizard, why do you have swords?”
The older drow, ‘Rizzen’ was still grinning. “They’re wizard swords.”
He nodded and could feel his mouth going into an ‘O’ of amazement. He had never heard of wizard swords before. So without further suspicion, he lied down next to next to the strange drow with wizard swords and snuggled into the warmth, glad that he wasn’t stuck in the cold chapel.