The trail didn't seem to be leading Drizzt anywhere. He had left his friends a day ago and he hadn't seen any sign of Catti-brie. He had been looking for signs of her day and night since he had left the group. He had traced and retraced his steps looking for some clue but he hadn't been able to find anything. He was beginning to believe that he might not ever find her.
He sighed and sat down. How was he ever going to find her? By now the sun was sinking in the sky. How much longer was this going to take? How much longer could he go on like this without any rest? He had to find her soon if he ever has the hope of seeing her again. He decided to take a quick rest. He called Guenhwyvar to his side so he wouldn't be wasting any time.
"Guen, this is urgent. Catti-brie is in trouble. We need to find her soon. Go out and see if you can find any signs of her." Drizzt explained to the panther. With that he sent the panther off to look for clues.
"Hurry my friend. Hurry back with some good news." He whispered softly into the wind. He looked around him and sighed deeply, worried now more than ever about his precious Catti-brie.
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Bruenor was perched on a rock that was far away from his friends and the camp that they had made. All of Bruenor's close friends understood his way of dealing with his emotions so they didn't bother him.
Bruenor was just sitting staring at the stars thinking. His mind was in turmoil tonight for many reasons. He was worried about his daughter for one. If Drizzt's suspicions had been correct about drow having captured her she was in big trouble. That was probably part of the reason Drizzt had left them. He must feel responsible for it, even though it wasn't his fault, or was there something else?
Bruenor had noticed lately that Catti-brie had been spending a lot of time with Drizzt, alone. Bruenor remembered his conversation with Drizzt that was about loving a shorter-lived race. Could it have been true that Drizzt was trying to tell him something? Or was it just something that Bruenor himself was making up to try to find answers to his own questions? Bruenor sighed as he cleared his mind of those questions. Bruenor turned around to face the camp. Wulfgar had certainly taken on some responsibility with Colson and Delly. Bruenor knew it was Wulfgar's responsibility now to take care of his family. He also knew he would go back to his family after their journey was complete. Bruenor worried about that because of this he might not see Wulfgar again for some time. He was almost sure that Catti-brie wasn't going to want to stay at Mithral Hall for very long either. She would rather be off running the trails with Drizzt. To Bruenor it seemed that the Companions of the Hall were breaking up. With so many things on his mind Bruenor sighed and looked off into the distance.
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Catti-brie shook her head forcing herself awake. How long had she been asleep, she wondered. She looked around her and she saw that nothing had changed until she saw something in the corner of her eye, something bright and colorful...
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Guenhwyvar returned to Drizzt to find him packing his supplies so he could once again be off on the trails looking for Catti-brie. Guenhwyvar gently pushed herself up next to Drizzt. He offered a ghost of a smile to his feline friend.
"I'm really worried about her Guen." He ran his hand along the panther's back. Drizzt removed his hand and sighed. After a moment he went back to packing his things again. Guenhwyvar looked at Drizzt with her green eyes not revealing just all the knowledge they possessed.
Guenhwyvar stood up again next to Drizzt and she began to bump up against him again. Drizzt absent-mindedly pushed her away while he was lost in his own thoughts. She pushed him harder this time forcing him to look at her.
"What?" Drizzt said with an edge in his voice that he didn't mean to have. Guenhwyvar looked at him and began walking off. Drizzt slowly got up and followed her.
"What is it Guen? What are you trying to show me?" He asked his intelligent feline friend. She just continued on rather quietly. Where was she leading him? Drizzt had to wonder.
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Bruenor had a very uneasy night's sleep at best. His mind still swirled the inner turmoil that he just couldn't seem to get rid of. Bruenor walked slowly over to the makeshift table where Regis and Wulfgar were eating breakfast. He sat down rather glumly and didn't say a word as he ate his breakfast. Regis looked over at Wulfgar who just shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. Through out breakfast there wasn't a word spoken. Pwent was even quiet, which was very unusual for the normally loud and annoying Gutbuster.
Through out the day the group trudged slowly on with only a few words being said now and then. Wulfgar and Bruenor lead the group. Every now and then the two friends would point out a track that might be of interest or usefulness.
When darkness fell little sound was made as they made camp. To Bruenor it seemed they made little or no progress that day. Each day's march seemed more and more futile to the troubled Bruenor. They seemed to be going headlong into nothing. The weight of the world seemed to be on Bruenor Battlehammer's shoulders.
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"What are ye doing here?!" Catti-brie called out to the strange colorful figure that had appeared suddenly in the room. The figure threw a quick smile Catti-brie's way.
"Well, that's a fine way to treat an old friend." The figure said rather slyly. "My, my, my! You are just as beautiful as the last time I saw you. In Menzoberranzan I believe." The drow said. After a moment he reintroduced himself with a great sweeping bow. "Jarlaxle at your service."
"What do you want Jarlaxle?" Catti-brie asked with suspicion. Jarlaxle laughed at her. Catti-brie narrowed her eyes threateningly.
"Well I most certainly didn't come to receive empty threats!" He said with another laugh. Catti-brie realized how futile her efforts must seem. She sighed and sank back into the chair.
"I actually came to check up on you. So how are you?" Jarlaxle said as he snapped his fingers and the chair nearest Catti-brie slid over to him. He deftly spun it around and he sat down in it backwards. He leaned his arms on the back of the chair and cupped his hands and he held his chin in them. He peered over at her expecting an answer.
"What do ye want me to say?" Catti-brie demanded angrily. "I'm bein' held here against me own will and yer wonderin' how I am?" Catti-brie spat back at Jarlaxle. "What do ye truly want Jarlaxle?" Catti-brie asked him. He looked at her but said nothing. Jarlaxle seemed to be a bit unnerved by the question. He dodged the question when he spoke up again.
"Well, love to stay and chat!" Jarlaxle said with a great emphasis on chat with a sly wink, which got a glare from Catti-brie. "But I truly must run. Until later my dear." He said with another wink and with a wave of his hand he disappeared with a puff of smoke. Catti-brie had to sit and wonder who in the nine hells she was even dealing with.
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He sighed and sat down. How was he ever going to find her? By now the sun was sinking in the sky. How much longer was this going to take? How much longer could he go on like this without any rest? He had to find her soon if he ever has the hope of seeing her again. He decided to take a quick rest. He called Guenhwyvar to his side so he wouldn't be wasting any time.
"Guen, this is urgent. Catti-brie is in trouble. We need to find her soon. Go out and see if you can find any signs of her." Drizzt explained to the panther. With that he sent the panther off to look for clues.
"Hurry my friend. Hurry back with some good news." He whispered softly into the wind. He looked around him and sighed deeply, worried now more than ever about his precious Catti-brie.
# # # # # # # # #
Bruenor was perched on a rock that was far away from his friends and the camp that they had made. All of Bruenor's close friends understood his way of dealing with his emotions so they didn't bother him.
Bruenor was just sitting staring at the stars thinking. His mind was in turmoil tonight for many reasons. He was worried about his daughter for one. If Drizzt's suspicions had been correct about drow having captured her she was in big trouble. That was probably part of the reason Drizzt had left them. He must feel responsible for it, even though it wasn't his fault, or was there something else?
Bruenor had noticed lately that Catti-brie had been spending a lot of time with Drizzt, alone. Bruenor remembered his conversation with Drizzt that was about loving a shorter-lived race. Could it have been true that Drizzt was trying to tell him something? Or was it just something that Bruenor himself was making up to try to find answers to his own questions? Bruenor sighed as he cleared his mind of those questions. Bruenor turned around to face the camp. Wulfgar had certainly taken on some responsibility with Colson and Delly. Bruenor knew it was Wulfgar's responsibility now to take care of his family. He also knew he would go back to his family after their journey was complete. Bruenor worried about that because of this he might not see Wulfgar again for some time. He was almost sure that Catti-brie wasn't going to want to stay at Mithral Hall for very long either. She would rather be off running the trails with Drizzt. To Bruenor it seemed that the Companions of the Hall were breaking up. With so many things on his mind Bruenor sighed and looked off into the distance.
# # # # # # # #
Catti-brie shook her head forcing herself awake. How long had she been asleep, she wondered. She looked around her and she saw that nothing had changed until she saw something in the corner of her eye, something bright and colorful...
# # # # # # #
Guenhwyvar returned to Drizzt to find him packing his supplies so he could once again be off on the trails looking for Catti-brie. Guenhwyvar gently pushed herself up next to Drizzt. He offered a ghost of a smile to his feline friend.
"I'm really worried about her Guen." He ran his hand along the panther's back. Drizzt removed his hand and sighed. After a moment he went back to packing his things again. Guenhwyvar looked at Drizzt with her green eyes not revealing just all the knowledge they possessed.
Guenhwyvar stood up again next to Drizzt and she began to bump up against him again. Drizzt absent-mindedly pushed her away while he was lost in his own thoughts. She pushed him harder this time forcing him to look at her.
"What?" Drizzt said with an edge in his voice that he didn't mean to have. Guenhwyvar looked at him and began walking off. Drizzt slowly got up and followed her.
"What is it Guen? What are you trying to show me?" He asked his intelligent feline friend. She just continued on rather quietly. Where was she leading him? Drizzt had to wonder.
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Bruenor had a very uneasy night's sleep at best. His mind still swirled the inner turmoil that he just couldn't seem to get rid of. Bruenor walked slowly over to the makeshift table where Regis and Wulfgar were eating breakfast. He sat down rather glumly and didn't say a word as he ate his breakfast. Regis looked over at Wulfgar who just shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. Through out breakfast there wasn't a word spoken. Pwent was even quiet, which was very unusual for the normally loud and annoying Gutbuster.
Through out the day the group trudged slowly on with only a few words being said now and then. Wulfgar and Bruenor lead the group. Every now and then the two friends would point out a track that might be of interest or usefulness.
When darkness fell little sound was made as they made camp. To Bruenor it seemed they made little or no progress that day. Each day's march seemed more and more futile to the troubled Bruenor. They seemed to be going headlong into nothing. The weight of the world seemed to be on Bruenor Battlehammer's shoulders.
# # # # # # # #
"What are ye doing here?!" Catti-brie called out to the strange colorful figure that had appeared suddenly in the room. The figure threw a quick smile Catti-brie's way.
"Well, that's a fine way to treat an old friend." The figure said rather slyly. "My, my, my! You are just as beautiful as the last time I saw you. In Menzoberranzan I believe." The drow said. After a moment he reintroduced himself with a great sweeping bow. "Jarlaxle at your service."
"What do you want Jarlaxle?" Catti-brie asked with suspicion. Jarlaxle laughed at her. Catti-brie narrowed her eyes threateningly.
"Well I most certainly didn't come to receive empty threats!" He said with another laugh. Catti-brie realized how futile her efforts must seem. She sighed and sank back into the chair.
"I actually came to check up on you. So how are you?" Jarlaxle said as he snapped his fingers and the chair nearest Catti-brie slid over to him. He deftly spun it around and he sat down in it backwards. He leaned his arms on the back of the chair and cupped his hands and he held his chin in them. He peered over at her expecting an answer.
"What do ye want me to say?" Catti-brie demanded angrily. "I'm bein' held here against me own will and yer wonderin' how I am?" Catti-brie spat back at Jarlaxle. "What do ye truly want Jarlaxle?" Catti-brie asked him. He looked at her but said nothing. Jarlaxle seemed to be a bit unnerved by the question. He dodged the question when he spoke up again.
"Well, love to stay and chat!" Jarlaxle said with a great emphasis on chat with a sly wink, which got a glare from Catti-brie. "But I truly must run. Until later my dear." He said with another wink and with a wave of his hand he disappeared with a puff of smoke. Catti-brie had to sit and wonder who in the nine hells she was even dealing with.
Sorry I have updated in a while! Hope you enjoyed this chappy. As always, r/r