Farewell, my friend," Drizzt whispered, trying futilely to keep his voice from breaking. :This journey you make alone.

Never seem to have a Death Star lying around when you need one.” -Han Solo

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.

It is better, I think, to grab at the stars than to sit flustered because you know you cannot reach them.

Regweld is really a fine wizard," he continued, patting the shoulder again. "And his ideas for crossbreeding a horse and a frog are not without merit; never mind the explosion! Alchemy shops can be replaced!

Farewell, my friend," Drizzt whispered, trying futilely to keep his voice from breaking. :This journey you make alone.

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