<em>"A score, perhaps more, of mages attend His Majesty.  The only discord has been brought by my father, for reasons only he might know.  I do not know the numbers of soldiers, only that they are many and well-trained."</em><br/><br/>Knowing that he had gotten exactly what his superiors wanted, Drizzt sighed with relief. Without thought he pulled out the recording stone that had memorized her voice throughout the interrogation and he flung it as hard as he could down the hallway to get it out of the range of the magic dampener. When it smashed it would send the magical recording via telepathy to three different drow sorcerers.<br/><br/>His mission was now accomplished. Drizzt was very satisfied that his interrogation technique had worked. He would be commended for his planning and foresight.<br/><br/>When he turned his attention back to Kahlil he was struck by her anguish. This brave elf woman had been broken by him. Her tears, unlike any other before her, struck deep into his heart. He suddenly knew that he had destroyed a great and wonderful thing.<br/><br/>"What have I done?," he moaned, his own heart feeling rending pain totally unknown to him before. He leaned forward picking her up in his strong embrace. He hugged her to him rocking back and forth, attempting to comfort her as best her could.<br/><br/>"I am so sorry my brave elfling," he said, rubbing her hair, caressing her ears and kissing her face. "What have I done? What have I done?<br/><br/>Kahlil's pain/pleasure/aphrodisiac fogged brain only heard sweet nothings, only felt soft loving caresses from his handsome form. She felt her now extra-sensitive ears caressed by his strong hands. She felt his powerful frame hugging her to him in a close, comforting embrace. Her ultrasensitive skin felt his tumescent member beneath her bottom inside his pants.<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry." he looked down on her face, his eyes brimming with tears.