Conversation Space III.

[powersthatbe]

A poured concrete floor and cinder block walls are lit by a single bare light bulb hanging overhead. Shackles dangle from brackets on every side, and the chair in the center of the room is clearly an electric chair. A tall glass sits on top of a stool made of what looks like pure gold - but the liquid inside it is almost definitely blood.

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[naturaltwohands]

"There are many things that mortals are not made to comprehend," Drizzt states with a bit of a weak chuckle. "Perhaps you can attempt to describe it and not shatter my mind?"

[adastraea]

"I am there when the slave is freed. I am there when her son is hanged for a crime he did not commit. I am there when the so-called witch is crushed to death by the rocks that have been piled upon him for his refusal to give false confession: 'More weight,' he says. I am there when the death-dealer testifies behind bulletproof glass and when his body too is hanged, the only death sentence this fledgling nation has ever known. I am there with every mob that ever hungered for change. I am the sharp blade that cuts to the heart of things. I am the beacon of golden light for those who seek the truth. I am Justice and Injustice both, for we are both thesis and antithesis and I am here, Drizzt Do'Urden, to ask you to be my sword and scale. May you show me in my better self."

[naturaltwohands]

The speech affects Drizzt profoundly. His heart races. While he cannot understand completely—he is mortal, after all—he understands enough. He purpose is to tip the scales towards justice and away from injustice. To balance it towards good.

"I will be your sword and scale," Drizzt bows his head to her respectively. "I will fight for what is right and just, as I have always done and will always do as long as I draw breath."

[adastraea]

"Thank you," she says quietly. "Is there aught else you wish to ask me?"

[naturaltwohands]

He pauses in thought, opening his eyes as he looks back up to her. "... Will I be able to find you once again if I need to ask you questions once more?"

[adastraea]

"Yes," she says. "Should you call on me, I will endeavor to bring you to me. And I think you will like my private conversation space all the more better."

[naturaltwohands]

He bows his head to her in respect once more, "Then I shall take my leave, if there is nothing more that you need of me at the present. I will look forward to speaking with you again in your own conversation space, as I will undoubtedly have questions for you at another time."

[adastraea]

She inclines her own head. "Go, then, Drizz Do'Urden, and do what is right in my name."

[naturaltwohands]

"I will endeavor to be the Champion of Justice," Drizzt says softly and with conviction.

[adastraea]

The room is gone. He is standing in liminal space--still in possession of his jeans.

[naturaltwohands]

Not standing for long, however. Guenhwyvar practically bowls him over when he suddenly appears, having been near him when he originally vanished. Yes, she notices the pants. No, she doesn't care. And Drizzt has to agree as he laughs and ruffles up her fur.

"I am all right, Guenhwyvar!" Drizzt reassures her. "But you would not believe what just happened..."