[ Her earnestness is too honest. While Drizzt knows better than to trust anyone at face value, he wants to. He always has wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt, to treat them like they are their most authentic self — as though they are untethered by the history of their people or their appearances or anything hiding below the surface that might be anything less than good. The way he'd like to be treated, but knows better than to think he would be.

He takes those 45 steps with grace, strong legs and a healthy pair of lungs allowing him to mount them in her direction without breaking a sweat. He breathes easily, deep and steady, and in his wake, Guen follows. Massive and sleek, her eyes intelligent and watchful of their surroundings as she basks in the warmth of the jungle atmosphere — he wonders if it feels like her birthplace, if she's content to be in the Meridian-infused foliage and humidity. If she's happy and comfortable, he'll visit more, for her sake.

As he reaches Quetzalcoatl, he offers a dark hand to her in greeting. ]

Well met, and thanks for your welcome. Do you mind if I ask what brought you all the way out here to establish yourself? It seems a little dangerous for you to be alone, so near to Highstorm.

[ idk someone could like, murder quetz or something and nobody would know??? ]