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“Yer goin t’ sit down arnt yer?” Cattie asked Drizzt, who was eating his breakfast while standing. Since they moved to Mithral hall Drizzt had started to play around with his hair, but she had never saw him with the utter birds nest that was his hair today. She also wasn’t used to seeing him without armour, and she was tempted to tell him to sit down lest he waste the nutrition which his surprisingly thin body seemed to need.
“If I sit down, I will almost certainly fall asleep at the table” he shoved another fork full of breakfast in his mouth.
“Not sleep well?”
“Not in the slightest”
“I thought elves didn’t sleep” Wulfgar had somehow got in the room without them noticing, joining them around the table. Wulfgar had made a habit of not sitting at the table in a conventional matter, he didn’t exactly fit in the chairs, so instead he sat sideways on the table. He took a huge portion of food, and visibly reminded himself to leave some for Regis and Bruenor.
“We don’t, but given drows cant dream, sleep seems more fitting”.
“Ye don’t dream?” Cattie asked.
“Not since the sun elves happened” he said with surprisingly little spite considering the very few times they had met a sun elf it was almost an all-out brawl to get them off Drizzt.
“If I do have dreams I don’t remember them” Wulfgar said through a mouthful of breakfast. They looked at Drizzt waiting for a response, but the drow was sporting a thousand yard stare. One foot stumbled to the side as he caught himself from a sleepy fall.
“Ye alright?”
“What? Yeah, yeah im fine, I’ll just, go get some fresh air” Drizzt put his plate down and began making his way out the room. Cattie swiftly left her seat and stood in front of him.
“Fresh air aint goin’ t’ help yer, go t’ bed”
“I’ll be fine”.
“Go t’ bed”.
“No-“ Cattie saw it before Drizzt did, having promptly stood back before the resounding crack of wood and the thud of Drizzts body hitting the ground. Cattie and Wulfgar looked at the unconscious drow, to the broken chair leg, to each other, and back to Drizzt.
“I…” Cattie was lost for words.
“Is unconscious not just sleeping?” Wulfgar asked. They looked at each other, and then Wulfgar saw something behind Cattie, which he quickly hid the chair behind his back, gave a guilty wave with an even guiltier smile. Cattie turned to see Bruenor and Regis had entered the room and were looking at the situation dumfounded.
“So…” Regis simply pointed at Drizzts still unconscious form. Wulfgar kneeled down and poked the body, looking concerned.
“How ‘ard did ye hit ‘im?” Cattie asked, somewhat worried given Drizzt probably should’ve woken up by now.
“He’ll be fine, hes had worse injuries” Wulfgar easily hoisted the small elf up over his shoulder and carried him to his room, in which he figured Drizzt would probably prefer to wake up in bed.
“Gods you need to eat more”.
Breakfast continued, one man down. Cattie caught Regis and Bruenor up to date with what had transpired. They were expecting significantly more harsh words, but if anything Bruenor as more impressed by the sheer logic Wulfgars brain had put together in less than a few seconds. There was some grumbling about getting the chair fixed, however.
The door opened, and they expected a delirious Drizzt to walk in, instead Guen walked through. She strolled through the room, then stopped when she spotted the broken chair leg and then the broken chair. They watched the suspiciously smart cat put some things together in her head, in which she immediately death glares Wulfgar.
“Why does she immediately assume me?”
“Be honest here, yer the only one of us who’ud manage to break a chair on his head” Cattie told him. They watched as Guen travelled over to the medicine crate, grabbed an entire bundle of Willow bark, and strolled back out the room.
It was significantly later in the day, in which both Cattie and Wulfgar had occupied that time training. Wulfgar had thoroughly destroyed multiple targets, Cattie had cut many slashes into the dummy. They sat now taking a break, enjoying a drink and the crackers Regis had bought them, being the food supplier he was destined to be. And then Guen appeared, and she quietly sat down next to Wulfgar and gave him the side eye.
“I feel like I should be worri-“ Wulfgars head spun as a stool hit him hard on the skull. He returned to the world from his second long escape to be lying on his back on the floor. He looked up to see what was frankly one of the more terrifying things he’d ever seen. Being Drizzt standing above him, leaning forward slightly in an exhausted state. His hair falling over his face, his eyes in shadow but Wulfgars spinning head was convinced they had somehow turned red. A long wet piece of cloth had been tied around Drizzts head.
“Next time you want to force me to sleep, I would suggest narcotics” the stool fell from his fingers and hit the ground with a sad tumble and Drizzt dragged himself out the room and back to bed, Guen quickly following by his heels.
“Sooo, a trip to the sketchier parts of Silverymoon?” Cattie suggested.
“Ill take that to getting lost in the Underdark for some mushrooms…ow…since when was he good at hitting people with stools?”
“If its anythin’ like how he claims t’ be good and smackin’ people, he got it from his mother”