A blaring car horn brought Corrine back to reality, dragging her still shocked mind back from the dark of unconsciousness. Snapping to, she stared at the slowly moving gravel beneath her limp feet, trying to figure out how she was walking. At the realization that her numb arms were hauled over Entreri's and Drizzt's shoulders, she panicked.
"Ah! Let me go! Let me down, you freaks!" she immediately shrieked in horror before writhing in their grasp. Drizzt tried to hold on and murmur something comforting to her mounting confusion to no avail. The assassin merely flung off her arm and pushed her away.
"Fine," he growled before continuing to stalk down the dark street. Jaraxle had stopped at her racket and watched in amusement as his companion stalked past, grumbling.
Sinking to the ground in relief, Corrine stared with wide brown eyes, mouth trembling. Drizzt knelt by her, taking note of her ashen complexion and shaking.
"Calm yourself or you will faint again," he advised soundly as the other drow approached.
"Have we proved our existence sufficiently, my lady?" Jaraxle asked graciously, barely covering a chuckle as he came to her side. The woman stared up at him dumbly before nodding. The random, gold streetlights that dotted Farm District road glittered brightly off his rainbow-colored vest and ruby eye patch.
"Now, may we know your name?"
"C-…Corrine."
"Korreen?"
"N-No, it's Ko-rr-in. No extended 'e' sound," she corrected automatically, her voice running while her brain stayed in limbo. Jaraxle nodded in understanding with a crisp 'ah'.
"Once more, we do apologize for the damage to your vehicle. Entreri really is rather liberal with his blades," he continued in feigned annoyance. Blinking rapidly, Corrine took Drizzt offered hand and got to her wobbly feet. For a blank moment, she stared at them both as her reason settled in.
"H-How are you here? How did you-? God, I uh…"
"I do not know what 'God' you reference to, but I do not believe that any of them sent us here," Drizzt corrected a bit dryly, giving Jaraxle a mildly venomous look. The other gave a look of pouting sadness.
"I did not realize that the wand was malfunctioning at the moment of casting. Otherwise I would not have used it. Ironically, it was supposed to send us back to our respectable homes-"
"But it did not. It sent us to the plane furthest from them," Entreri's voice cut in sharply from behind them. Without her notice, he had stalked right back on over and now stood there glowering. Ungluing her tongue to the roof her of her mouth, Corrine tried to think more clearly.
"Can it send you back?"
At Drizzt's and Entreri's vile looks, the mercenary sighed in mock martyrdom and shook his head after sweeping his hat off his bald pate.
"Sadly, no. It combusted once we arrived; quite literally, actually. Startled the entire herd of bovine we had appeared next to horribly. Their racket had drawn out the farmer, leaving no time to gather the remaining pieces."
Feeling more stable, Corrine found herself sharing in the other two's exasperation. Thinking quickly, she came to a conclusion that really was not too surprising.
"Alright, then. I need to get you guys back to my house. You can't go running amuck like that," she sighed in amused horror. What was she going to do with them? Immediately, Drizzt shook his head in argument.
"We cannot intrude upon you in such a manner. We can easily pay for a room at a tavern-"
"You don't have the currency we use and a random gold coin will raise hell."
"Then the surrounding country will provide proper refuge-"
"Again, no. All of it is monitored by ranchers or the sheriffs. We have too many idiots out here for them to let you camp around and light fires."
"We can avoid detection," Entreri reassured in a none too kind nor reassuring way. Corrine rolled her eyes and sighed at the arrogance.
"Listen, back home, you might've been able to easily but here, no. If you compare your world to ours, you guys are like six hundred years behind. Trust me, it's much safer if you go with me," Corrine continued to argue reasonably. With a dark look she added, "That and if you stab someone else's car like you did mine, you will be arrested lickety-split."
"Unlikely."
"Lickety-what?" Jaraxle cut in curiously. Rubbing her eyes with her forefinger and thumb, Corrine muttered to herself for a moment.
"Do you want to risk it? In a foreign world with no contacts, no allies and no money of which to speak?"
For a moment, they exchanged thoughtful looks. Finally Drizzt turned and gave her a thankful smile, the faint light going through his shock of white hair like a halo.
"We will find a way to return the favor," he promised gratefully. Corrine waved off his good natured oath with a nervous grin.
"Just don't hurt my car again."
