>>5753885>>5753802>>5753744>>5753565>>5753428>>5753422>>5753389“Go to her.”
“What?” the Archer asks, looking back at you with shock and confusion.
You simply nod in the direction you both know leads to the Drow encampment—and to Jazkarmel, the Drow Princess.
“We are stopping over then?” he asks, hopeful and excited, only to return to his previous confusion when you shake your head.
“You have served me well,” you say. “Consider this your reward.”
“Superior One, I cannot—”
You raise a hand to stop him and, loyal as ever, Oluwadamilare the Archer ceases his well-meaning objection.
“You are a skilled warrior, and I will have need of you again in the future,” you explain, “but I also have need of one such as you in THIS capacity, as… What was it you’d said? Cultural Liaison to the Drow of Wevenore?”
The Archer’s crooked smile returns, and he tilts his head, saying: “I appreciate it, truly, yet—”
“I get enough argument from the Hawksong Infiltrator,” you interrupt him again. “Do not tell me she has been a bad influence upon you?”
That elicits a laugh, and before long you are joining him.
“Thank you, Dragon King,” he says, “truly.”
You rejoin the others, and tell them of your plans. The Hawksong Infiltrator is equal parts wary and excited by the news, though both emotions give way to abject disappointment when you tell her she will not be joining the Archer.
“What?” Halle balks. “But I am… I mean to say, SUeprior One, that HE is… More USEFUL to you than I.”
“In this capacity OR as a companion,” you readily agree, “but you will carry his burdens well enough.”
“His burdens?” she asks. “What do you—OOF!”
She nearly buckles under the weight of the repackaged dragon-heart in its great canopic jar, before adjusting her stance. She glares at you, though when you meet it with your own, she quickly bows her head in subservience.
“Yes, Dragonborn,” she mewls.
