Caesar knows about making big gambles. He's gambled on the entire world before--and won. None of that is on his mind for the moment, however. Zaknafein did indeed seem desperate, and he in this moment needed an ally. No--friend. They might not trust each other, but this moment is already a longer commitment than a mere acquaintance. He's bringing in two individuals, almost completely unknown to him, into his universe in order to save their lives.
He has no idea that it is, truthfully, three. Caesar has no knowledge of the statue that Drizzt now possesses, stored safely away in a pocket.
The human lets Zaknafein take the younger(?) drow when he shows that he can carry him; his protectiveness that won't let Caesar get close isn't surprising, and Caesar doesn't argue against it. Instead, he leads the way, rushing through the portal, knowing that Zaknafein will follow him.
He wants to close the portal, but the body in Zak's arms is too limp. Drizzt's form calls for him to help, and when Zak puts him down on the bed, Caesar rushes over to join him, trying to see if he can take stock of his wounds.
Armor. ... He's going to need to take that off. But for now, he checks for breath, and he finds it, seeing the rise and fall of the smaller elf's body. Younger, likely. Maybe late teens, early twenties? He can't be too much younger than Zaknafein, Caesar decides on physical inspection. Brothers or lovers, maybe close friends.
"He's still breathing," Caesar says gently, looking over to Zaknafein--and seeing just how distressed the drow is, he raises his voice to become more passionate, stronger. "I'll do everything I can to make sure that he stays that way."
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He has no idea that it is, truthfully, three. Caesar has no knowledge of the statue that Drizzt now possesses, stored safely away in a pocket.
The human lets Zaknafein take the younger(?) drow when he shows that he can carry him; his protectiveness that won't let Caesar get close isn't surprising, and Caesar doesn't argue against it. Instead, he leads the way, rushing through the portal, knowing that Zaknafein will follow him.
He wants to close the portal, but the body in Zak's arms is too limp. Drizzt's form calls for him to help, and when Zak puts him down on the bed, Caesar rushes over to join him, trying to see if he can take stock of his wounds.
Armor. ... He's going to need to take that off. But for now, he checks for breath, and he finds it, seeing the rise and fall of the smaller elf's body. Younger, likely. Maybe late teens, early twenties? He can't be too much younger than Zaknafein, Caesar decides on physical inspection. Brothers or lovers, maybe close friends.
"He's still breathing," Caesar says gently, looking over to Zaknafein--and seeing just how distressed the drow is, he raises his voice to become more passionate, stronger. "I'll do everything I can to make sure that he stays that way."