*Settled by the campfire, you stare at the newest companion you've picked up. Still wrapped in your coat to protect him from the elements, the Drow sits silently, staring into the flames before meeting your gaze.

It's silent, before he finally speaks, shivering slightly from the cold, or it could be fear. "T-thank you, for y-your kindness."

You frown, feeling sympathy for him, knowing much more of his previous situation and abuse than you'd like to. He speaks again.

"I am in your debt."