Drizzt had always suspected it, but now it was confirmed, that "welcome" was his favortie word in the Common Tongue, and a word, he understood with no equivalent in the language of the drow.

Drizzt had always suspected it, but now it was confirmed, that "welcome" was his favortie word in the Common Tongue, and a word, he understood with no equivalent in the language of the drow.

Writing is an incredibly lonely job.

Joy multiplies when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division. That is life.

First blood is mine. Last blood counts for more. --Artemis Entreri and Drizzt Do'Urden

I do not know why I care," Drizzt answered honestly. His eyes turned back to his ancient homeland, where loyalty was merely a device to gain an advantage over a common foe. "Perhaps I care because I strive to be different from my people," he said, as much to himself as to Bruenor. "Perhaps I care because I am different from my people. I may be more akin to race of the surface...that is my hope at least. I care because I have to care about something.

I've spared with demons from the Nine Hells themselves, I shall barely break a sweat here today.