Chapter seven:
Regis nearly back-pedalled when hearing the hoarse words leave the drow elf's cracked and dry lips, but the halfling managed to keep his composure. He looked down at the sitting elf, then at his pendant, and back at the elf again, not quite understanding what had failed. Though Drizzt had only given ruby a short glance, it usually had been enough to ensnare most people, but the drow had appeared completely unaffected – even though Drizzt had managed to resist the temptation Creshnisbon had presented him with, his current state was too weak for his mind to put up much resistance. It was simply as if even the pendant could not penetrate the layer of illusion before the elf's eyes.
Turning to Wulfgar, Regis gave an apologetic shrug, without words telling him that the idea had failed. Judging from the look on the barbarian's face, it was something Wulfgar had expected.
With a sigh, the halfling turned to their friend again, wondering what they could do to help him, apart from just waiting and watching. The dwarven clerics had explained that though they could use healing spells to keep the lack of food and water from harming Drizzt, they had no idea if their spells could interact with the dark elf's mind and result in something unexpected…
