After a long moment of watching the two other drow interact, Drizzt moves to Elphaba's side and slightly behind her, touching her shoulder as he speaks just to her. "He knows. I told him, but his thoughts rested entirely on Zaknafein. And they still do."
If Drizzt had any doubts that Jarlaxle and Zaknafein were friends, they are gone now. Not with the way that either of them is acting now, especially Jarlaxle. He knew that it was Zaknafein at first glance, just like Drizzt had. Jarlaxle's voice had emotion in it that Drizzt had never heard from the older drow.
Watching the two, Drizzt is at least now fairly convinced that he can trust Jarlaxle, and a holy convinced that he is not any sort of imposter. He cares about Zaknafein, and it also seems that he cares about Drizzt himself. It really does raise a number of questions, none of which Drizzt will ask right now. Not at this moment, when he feels like he is intruding.
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If Drizzt had any doubts that Jarlaxle and Zaknafein were friends, they are gone now. Not with the way that either of them is acting now, especially Jarlaxle. He knew that it was Zaknafein at first glance, just like Drizzt had. Jarlaxle's voice had emotion in it that Drizzt had never heard from the older drow.
Watching the two, Drizzt is at least now fairly convinced that he can trust Jarlaxle, and a holy convinced that he is not any sort of imposter. He cares about Zaknafein, and it also seems that he cares about Drizzt himself. It really does raise a number of questions, none of which Drizzt will ask right now. Not at this moment, when he feels like he is intruding.