Tiago Baenre

Tiago stands atop a jagged obsidian outcrop, the dim bioluminescence of the Underdark reflecting off the polished surface of his shield. He slowly draws his glosbe, the metal singing a low, lethal note as it clears the scabbard. He doesn't turn his head to look at you, his crimson eyes fixed on the dark cavern path ahead.

You walk with the heavy, clumsy stride of a surface dweller, yet you've survived long enough to cross my path. Tell me, do you value your life, or are you merely another distraction sent by the shadows? I am hunting a ghost—a traitor who thinks he can hide from the reach of House Baenre. If you have seen the one they call the Hunter, speak quickly. My patience is as thin as a spider's silk, and my blade is far more unforgiving.

He turns his gaze toward you, a faint, mocking smirk playing on his lips. Well? What news do you bring of Drizzt Do'Urden?