Questions, and rumors, and information that Kimmuriel struggled to process between having Jarlaxle in his mind and a demon at his side, speaking to him as well. It was difficult to pay attention to both, as he tried to answer what he could of Jarlaxle's questions while watching his demon companion took a seat and removed the vicious looking helm...
And without any warning to Jarlaxle, the link was terminated, Kimmuriel staring up at Reinhardt, red eyes a fraction wider.
That. That wasn't a demon. That wasn't even close.
That was a human.
That was, by far, the largest godsbedamned human he had ever seen.
Briefly, Kimmuriel looked from Reinhardt, to that massive hammer, and back again. Had he been any other drow? He might have laughed at the realization that a human had very nearly destroyed an entire noble house, all on his own. There was some sweet, delicious irony in that fact, and again, Kimmuriel found himself entirely disappointed that the priestess and so much of her family had been killed so quickly. What would the look on her face have been, had she known exactly what she'd summoned?
"No, I expect you weren't." For the love of the spider queen herself, he was going to tell Jarlaxle about this the moment he was safely back home. The smallest hint of a smirk touched his lips, gone too quickly as if it had never been there, before he shook his head with a sigh, instantly regretting it as the throbbing intensified. "To think an iblith could cause so much damage..."
Even Entreri couldn't claim to conquer an entire house on his own. It took a moment to fully wrap his head around, especially with the lingering pain, but eventually Kimmuriel just...let it go. He wouldn't be here without the man, he was well aware of that, as difficult as that was to admit.
"The aid isn't unappreciated. My captain could even reward you for it, if you wished."
That was an old human, an old human who was now getting to work cleaning the beast he'd dragged back with what was apparently a stolen knife. Hey, no one was was gonna use it.
They were dead!
"Iblith? I do not believe I have heard that word before." And perhaps, that was for the best. Though honestly, even if he knew it was an insult, he'd probably just have laughed.
"I was headed into a fight, at home. Or else I feel perhaps I would have been less prepared for this unexpected excursion!" Yeah, no armor and just his bare fists might not have ended well, even for Reinhardt. He still had perfectly normal human skin after all.
"The only thing I want is to return you to your home safely, and then to return to mine. I do not need a reward for doing my duty. It is simply a basic expect-" A wet SHLORP as he yanked at the creature, managing to tear the head he'd mostly cut off completely away from the corpse.
Well. The small drow wrinkled his nose as the beast's head messily and loudly came away from the body, and pulled Reinhardt's giant cloak tighter around himself as he watched the human work.
Barbarians. All of them.
"We will not be indebted to a human." The words weren't harsh, but Kimmuriel's tone tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. Arrogance, maybe, even in the face of this monster of a human, but he was reasonably certain that if the man had wished him harm, he would still be back in that damned house. In pieces.
It was a thought that had Kimmuriel look up at the man again, red eyes studying his face, his movements as he prepared the beast for the fire. Weakened as the psionicist was, he couldn't completely hide the cold pressure of his presence pushing into Reinhardt's mind, nor could he delve deeper than what was there on the surface. But there was nothing there to see. No sense of a threat. No hint of deceit.
That would have to be enough for now, and Kimmuriel swayed a little where he sat, shook his head as he pulled back from the man's mind.
"I can send you back where they summoned you from," he finally continued after a long moment, once again composed and confident in his voice. "When we return to Bregan D'aerthe, and I can rest properly. But until then, you could explain why you really aided me."
Because that was the biggest question right now, and Reinhardt's earlier answer hardly seemed believable. Allying with a drow for their strength was one thing. Rescuing one as weak as Kimmuriel had been, on the other hand, was a useless cause, no matter how one looked at it.
Hey, dinner is dinner, making it is a messy process.
Can't make an omelette without ripping the heads off a few dead animals. Or something.
"Then you are not!" Cheerful and upbeat, that comment, setting about cleaning and gutting the beast with careful efficiency.
"There, see? It is that easy. You are not in my debt."
No, nothing to be found in Reinhardt's head that would suggest any ill will. The only thing really going on in there was a list of parts that he could recognize in the carcass he was butchering that he knew were edible, wistful thoughts of stout, and a quiet reminder to take a bath when he could manage it.
Also home, thinking a bit about home here, since, you know, he'd like to be there.
The crusader looked up as Kimmuriel swayed, apparently oblivious to the cold pressure that had begun to intrude into his head. A migraine, he'd written it off as, or at least the beginnings of one. It'd been a trying day after all.
"Are you okay?" Don't mind him just ignoring that question for a moment, watching the little elf carefully for a moment. "If you feel lightheaded, you can sleep again. I will wake you when dinner is finished."
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And without any warning to Jarlaxle, the link was terminated, Kimmuriel staring up at Reinhardt, red eyes a fraction wider.
That. That wasn't a demon. That wasn't even close.
That was a human.
That was, by far, the largest godsbedamned human he had ever seen.
Briefly, Kimmuriel looked from Reinhardt, to that massive hammer, and back again. Had he been any other drow? He might have laughed at the realization that a human had very nearly destroyed an entire noble house, all on his own. There was some sweet, delicious irony in that fact, and again, Kimmuriel found himself entirely disappointed that the priestess and so much of her family had been killed so quickly. What would the look on her face have been, had she known exactly what she'd summoned?
"No, I expect you weren't." For the love of the spider queen herself, he was going to tell Jarlaxle about this the moment he was safely back home. The smallest hint of a smirk touched his lips, gone too quickly as if it had never been there, before he shook his head with a sigh, instantly regretting it as the throbbing intensified. "To think an iblith could cause so much damage..."
Even Entreri couldn't claim to conquer an entire house on his own. It took a moment to fully wrap his head around, especially with the lingering pain, but eventually Kimmuriel just...let it go. He wouldn't be here without the man, he was well aware of that, as difficult as that was to admit.
"The aid isn't unappreciated. My captain could even reward you for it, if you wished."
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They were dead!
"Iblith? I do not believe I have heard that word before." And perhaps, that was for the best. Though honestly, even if he knew it was an insult, he'd probably just have laughed.
"I was headed into a fight, at home. Or else I feel perhaps I would have been less prepared for this unexpected excursion!" Yeah, no armor and just his bare fists might not have ended well, even for Reinhardt. He still had perfectly normal human skin after all.
"The only thing I want is to return you to your home safely, and then to return to mine. I do not need a reward for doing my duty. It is simply a basic expect-" A wet SHLORP as he yanked at the creature, managing to tear the head he'd mostly cut off completely away from the corpse.
"-tation."
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Barbarians. All of them.
"We will not be indebted to a human." The words weren't harsh, but Kimmuriel's tone tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. Arrogance, maybe, even in the face of this monster of a human, but he was reasonably certain that if the man had wished him harm, he would still be back in that damned house. In pieces.
It was a thought that had Kimmuriel look up at the man again, red eyes studying his face, his movements as he prepared the beast for the fire. Weakened as the psionicist was, he couldn't completely hide the cold pressure of his presence pushing into Reinhardt's mind, nor could he delve deeper than what was there on the surface. But there was nothing there to see. No sense of a threat. No hint of deceit.
That would have to be enough for now, and Kimmuriel swayed a little where he sat, shook his head as he pulled back from the man's mind.
"I can send you back where they summoned you from," he finally continued after a long moment, once again composed and confident in his voice. "When we return to Bregan D'aerthe, and I can rest properly. But until then, you could explain why you really aided me."
Because that was the biggest question right now, and Reinhardt's earlier answer hardly seemed believable. Allying with a drow for their strength was one thing. Rescuing one as weak as Kimmuriel had been, on the other hand, was a useless cause, no matter how one looked at it.
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Can't make an omelette without ripping the heads off a few dead animals. Or something.
"Then you are not!" Cheerful and upbeat, that comment, setting about cleaning and gutting the beast with careful efficiency.
"There, see? It is that easy. You are not in my debt."
No, nothing to be found in Reinhardt's head that would suggest any ill will. The only thing really going on in there was a list of parts that he could recognize in the carcass he was butchering that he knew were edible, wistful thoughts of stout, and a quiet reminder to take a bath when he could manage it.
Also home, thinking a bit about home here, since, you know, he'd like to be there.
The crusader looked up as Kimmuriel swayed, apparently oblivious to the cold pressure that had begun to intrude into his head. A migraine, he'd written it off as, or at least the beginnings of one. It'd been a trying day after all.
"Are you okay?" Don't mind him just ignoring that question for a moment, watching the little elf carefully for a moment. "If you feel lightheaded, you can sleep again. I will wake you when dinner is finished."