Drizzt starts in surprise when he's suddenly wearing pants as well as the voice suddenly speaking, and he pulls his tunic up to inspect them properly. They're a comfortable fit, although of a material he's never seen before. A medium blue with gold decorative stitching on the thighs in lazy swirl pattern, and the button on the jeans has a small motif of scales and blades not unlike Drizzt's tattoo. On top of the left back pocket, where Drizzt cannot see it, is a medium blue swatch of the same material with Justice For Men monogrammed in the same thread as the other design. And of course, the sizing is for juniors, because Drizzt is very much a teenager, even if he will not fully admit to it.
Once he decides they are satisfactory, Drizzt drops the tunic and shakes his head with a amused chuckle as he relaxes. "Thank you."
He looks at her then properly, recognizing the scales and sword for her symbology. Gods always have that, and the Arcana are something akin to divine in their power. The blindfold makes his head tilt a bit, but he doesn't doubt she can move in the space easily even with it. It's odd, to see her now in what may be her true form. Drizzt couldn't know for sure, as who would he be to claim understanding for beings beyond him?
"You wished to speak to me, then? Like you did when I was temporarily jailed?" Drizzt is curious, not angry, and he is even smiling slightly; he still believes there is a deeper purpose to their existence here than many of the others. "That was you, was it not?"
His heart is pounding, though, even as he smiles. This conversation could make or break his beliefs about the Arcana, or at least about his Arcana. If his Arcana was truthfully a perversion of Justice, it would indeed weigh heavy on his heart.
Someone who has a better sense of style than Drizzt
Once he decides they are satisfactory, Drizzt drops the tunic and shakes his head with a amused chuckle as he relaxes. "Thank you."
He looks at her then properly, recognizing the scales and sword for her symbology. Gods always have that, and the Arcana are something akin to divine in their power. The blindfold makes his head tilt a bit, but he doesn't doubt she can move in the space easily even with it. It's odd, to see her now in what may be her true form. Drizzt couldn't know for sure, as who would he be to claim understanding for beings beyond him?
"You wished to speak to me, then? Like you did when I was temporarily jailed?" Drizzt is curious, not angry, and he is even smiling slightly; he still believes there is a deeper purpose to their existence here than many of the others. "That was you, was it not?"
His heart is pounding, though, even as he smiles. This conversation could make or break his beliefs about the Arcana, or at least about his Arcana. If his Arcana was truthfully a perversion of Justice, it would indeed weigh heavy on his heart.