"Quite so; it is far closer to my sensibilities, and the water is clear and cool," Drizzt turns to face her, breathing in and out softly as he finds some measure of reassurance from her simple presence.

Guenhwyvar moves to his side and sits again, and Drizzt places the glass back down on the table so that he can stroke her head. "This seems some sort of formal room. What is its purpose?"