"A good thing that I've never been your teacher then, hm?" said Baltazar, giving his head a shake. "I don't think I'll ever be able to fully understand drow culture, or any Underdark culture, for that matter. Not that I suppose I would want to, those mind flayers are already confusing enough, I don't want to have my brain fall out of my ears from learning their lifestyles."<br/><br/>His chocolate eyes met her amber ones once again, and he made a small, less imposing smile than before. "You know," he added, "the last person I met who put all his faith in someone who follows to the letter ended up incinerated by the efreeti he thought he controlled." Giving a shrug and a bit of a laugh, "Fortunately for me, you look nothing like a resentful genie, so I can assume that there are less direct worries about you."<br/><br/>He gave a look out the window and could see the horizon bluing. "Nearly time," he said to nobody in particular, though he was clearly audible over the din of the tavern.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>