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In his dreams, Drizzt sees images of the battle. He sees his scimitars as they flash and spin in the darkness. He hears strange cries harsh voices, and a roar of a wolf. Snow... his friends, he sees their faces. Wulfgar, Bruenor... and Catti-Brie... and then the falling... falling... but then his eyes open slowly... they come into focus to reveal a small human boy looking at him. The boy had to be no older than twelve, Drizzt groans softly and tightly shuts his eyes. Samuel frowns and pokes Drizzt's cheeks. Making a noise of annoyance, Drizzt opens his eyes again and looks at the kid. Seeing that he is awake, Samuel smiles, "Hello Mister, I was just checking on you." Drizzt closes his eyes again, trying to hide his annoyance, the pain in his chest and abdomen was adding to it. Taking a deep breath that sounded more like a groan, "I see..." Drizzt answers right as the young boy sits on the bed. "My name is Samuel, what's yours?" Samuel asks as he gets comfortable, Drizzt stares intently at the ceiling, wanting nothing more than to sleep and not wake up. "Drizzt, my name is Drizzt." Samuel tilts his head to the side, a million questions raging through his thoughts. But before he could ask any of them the sound of a door closing from downstairs, Samuel quickly jumps off the bed and heads for the door. Right as he reaches it, Veronica opens the door.
"Samuel, I thought I had told you to be in bed and let our guest res." Veronica says softly, but sternly to the boy as he looks up at him. Drizzt's gaze switches from the ceiling to the pair at the door, he takes note of her tone to the boy and wonders what the relationship is between them. He also wanted to know where the fuck he was. Samuel mumbles an apology and walks out of the room, once the boy left Veronica enters the room closing the door behind her as she speaks, "I'm sorry that he bothered you, I don't often bring wounded into my home.'' Drizzt watches her walk across the room, taking note of what she was wearing-silver chainmail under a yellow uniform. "And were is your home." Drizzt asks in hopes of understanding better on where he is, before she answers him, Veronica takes off her gear-sword belt etc. Drizzt takes note on how she doesn't seem to care about the sword, considering on how she tosses it into the closet, he also found himself looking at her curves. Catching himself, Drizzt closes his eyes tightly as Veornica speaks, "oh yes, forgive me, I assume you wouldn't have much of a sense of direction... you're in Whiterun." Drizzt shut his eyes tightly, he was trying to remember if he had ever heard of a city called by that, he couldn't think. Images of his friends kept playing in his mind, "Tell me... was I alone... did..." his voice trailed off. Sensing his pain, Veronica makes her way over and gently caresses his face in a way that was more for comfort then anything romantic. "Yes, you were alone, Kharjo searched the area... he didn't find anything or anyone." Drizzt opened his eyes at her gentle touch he went to say something but Veronica shushed him. "Don't worry, who ever did this to you won't be able to find you, you're safe here." Drizzt was to tired to tell her that that wasn't his concern, if was alone when he was find than where are his friends? He still didn't understand where he was, and what is the relationship between her and the boy... is this Kharjo person her husband? At the last thought Drizzt found himself feeling slightly annoyed at that.
As if sensing his racing thoughts, Veronica decides to change the topic, "Did you grow up in Morrowind too?" she was just as curious about him as he was about her. In fact Veronica found it hard to focus when those lavender eyes look at her, calculatingly. She could tell that this fellow dark elf has had his fair share of hardships, Drizzt looked at her having no idea what she had just said to him. They sit in silence for a long moment, Drizzt had closed his eyes hoping that sleep would come so he didn't have to deal with the pain taking over his body. Afte a few more minutes, Veronica grabs some clothes from the closet and left the room thinking that Drizzt had fallen alseep. When Veronica left the room, she hadn't notice that Spot had slipped into the room and was laying under the bed. When she left, the large dog came out from under the bed and sat at the foot of it-his head tilted to one side as he watched Drizzt. Spot contemplated what he wanted and then decided to hope onto the bed, startling Drizzt. "Ack!" he yelped in surprise as the large dog climbed onto him. Spot looked at him offended and he gently laid down next to Drizzt offering his warmth. Being more of a cat person, Drizzt stiffened at Spot's gesture, but he was too tired and weak to do anything... so Drizzt feel into a restless sleep and wished for morning...