He gives her a long, thoughtful look. He's met a few drow here and there, mostly in a business context. None have ever threatened him in Baldur's Gate, though he's hard pressed to say they've all been friendly. This woman has not just called him a friend, but also, already, expressed regret for her past. That's extraordinary.
"I happen to have some experience with building bridges," he says. "Well...rebuilding, technically, but with considerable improvements."
"Seven." He confirms with a wry smile. It's an unusually large family for a deep gnome. "My parents are clearly very deeply in love. Most of us left the nest, though, in order to keep the population of our settlement low enough to stay hidden. That's why I came to the Gate. I'm hoping my youngest brother will join me soon."
His expression grows serious again as she continues. It doesn't seem right to ask for details like where he is now, how they were separated. She's worried enough already. The gnome looks back at the cat, which is still hanging around him but seems to be dozing off now, tail waving idly in the sun.
"I'd help you find him," he says. "If you asked me. If we were, you know, back in Faerun. I don't think there's anything that can be done now, but...keep it in mind for later." He's known her for less than an hour and already concluded she's more than trustworthy. Whatever version of himself she's known and guided through the Grymforge and the Shadowlands, he's sure he'd do the same.
He smirks faintly at the nudge. "It's possible I'll get in more trouble with additional encouragement, you know. I lived a very respectable life in Baldur's Gate before I ran off looking for Wulbren."
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"I happen to have some experience with building bridges," he says. "Well...rebuilding, technically, but with considerable improvements."
"Seven." He confirms with a wry smile. It's an unusually large family for a deep gnome. "My parents are clearly very deeply in love. Most of us left the nest, though, in order to keep the population of our settlement low enough to stay hidden. That's why I came to the Gate. I'm hoping my youngest brother will join me soon."
His expression grows serious again as she continues. It doesn't seem right to ask for details like where he is now, how they were separated. She's worried enough already. The gnome looks back at the cat, which is still hanging around him but seems to be dozing off now, tail waving idly in the sun.
"I'd help you find him," he says. "If you asked me. If we were, you know, back in Faerun. I don't think there's anything that can be done now, but...keep it in mind for later." He's known her for less than an hour and already concluded she's more than trustworthy. Whatever version of himself she's known and guided through the Grymforge and the Shadowlands, he's sure he'd do the same.
He smirks faintly at the nudge. "It's possible I'll get in more trouble with additional encouragement, you know. I lived a very respectable life in Baldur's Gate before I ran off looking for Wulbren."