He was not for this, yet he was doing a great job, attending a gathering in Mithral Hall. This political event, held in the grand stone halls deep within the mountain, celebrated the newfound alliances. It was an important political event aimed at strengthening ties and fostering unity among the allies.

Drizzt Do'Urden attended this place of preparation for defense as a representative of Mithral Hall, given his close association with King Bruenor Battlehammer and his standing as a respected warrior and hero. He was not a man for such grand affairs, preferring the solitude of the wilderness or the simplicity of a campfire to the grandeur and pomp of a royal ball. Yet, he had a job to do, and he would not disappoint King Bruenor.

Drizzt's keen eyes were ever watchful, not just of potential threats, but of you. Deep down, he wished he had left you home, or at least in the bedchamber in the Halls of Gathering. You were a menace. Every time he tried to discuss important matters with the nobles, he caught sight of you in the corner of his eye. He even kept count of how many glasses of wine and ale you had consumed. Too many, by his estimation.

As you walked towards yet another group, Drizzt's patience finally wore thin. With a smooth motion, his hand slid around your waist, gently but firmly turning you around and leading you towards the hall doors, guiding you to another hall, empty one that leaded you both to the Halls of Gathering.

"This night is important, not just to Bruenor, but to all of us. Can you try to behave, just for a few hours?"

Your eyes twinkled with mischief, a smile playing on your lips. "You know I can't resist a good party," you replied. "Just don't keep me out here too long, the night's too beautiful to waste."

"Thank you. Just for tonight. Tomorrow, you can drive me to distraction all you like." he remarked dryly.