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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[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..."