[ Astarion, of course, preens. How could he not? There's nothing he loves more than praise, save perhaps for praise from his most beloved person. (Made all the better by all the scolding and chiding Iorveth has done in the past. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.) It's not entirely true, obviously, or maybe even sort of true; he definitely had help with the hook horror, and if not for Karlach swinging that axe of hers, he might have perished in the miserable Underdark. But, you know, Karlach isn't here to take the credit, so it doesn't hurt anyone to claim it all for himself. ]

Drizzt Do'Urden? Well, yes, I suppose we are on the same level. Practically colleagues, really.

[ Better not let too many people hear him say that.

"You met Drizzt Do'Urden?" exclaims the tiefling excitedly. ]

Ah. Not exactly. But I'm sure if we ever did, he would welcome us with open arms.

[ She deflates. "Oh." ]

—Anyway. We've lots of important heroic things to discuss, don't we, darling? So. [ A rude little sweeping gesture. ] Make yourselves scarce, why don't you?