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[comebewe]

What information do people have on the Council? Not just the people and how they operate. Their buildings, security, everything.

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[comebewe]

Yes please. Layout is definitely useful.

[naturaltwohands]

Let me find a piece of paper and a pen, and I will draw it.

[Pens are new, so the name is said with a bit of a questioning tone. A few moments later, Drizzt gives an affirmative noise in his mind as he likely finds one.]

I only know some of the layout, but it is better than nothing. I paid close attention in case my own escape was necessary.

[He's a veteran of being captured.]

[comebewe]

I'll take whatever I can get.

And you should learn to make portals. Escaping is much easier when you can teleport away.

[naturaltwohands]

I have been told that more than once. Perhaps I should look into it beyond just relying on my father's ability.

[A pause, then slyly.]

Are you breaking in?

[comebewe]

You can't rely on one person here. Not when there's always the chance that only one of you will be infiltrating.

[Matthew pauses as well]

Maybe.

[naturaltwohands]

[A long pause of his own. Drizzt wonders just how badly Zaknafein would take it if Drizzt infiltrated without him..]

That is entirely too true, especially since Father infiltrating would be preferable.

For good reason, I assume. I would offer to join you, but with me already being watched, that would not be advisable.

[comebewe]

Not really, no.

[you can't see Matthew's grin, but it's there]

Probably best not to have more people along anyway. I've already had two people go and invite themselves along...

[naturaltwohands]

Which is why I would offer instead of assume, even if I am good at being silent.

[Drizzt can hear it.]

You mean having a dozen Investigators attempting to break in all at once would be obvious? Or perhaps two dozen.

[comebewe]

It's that twelfth one that takes it from being subtle into being blindingly conspicuous.

[naturaltwohands]

[There is laughter in his mental voice now.]

Ah, yes. The twelfth man—or woman, mind you—simply would not fit into smaller rooms with the others and would have to wait outside. Eleven strains the boundaries of the room but usually still fit within. 'Tis a good rule to remember.