"Made new homes, new friends, new family. But... Lately there have been voices. They say they are the Goddess Mielikki, her Avatars. They have... Begged me back to the road. So I left my friends in the dead of night and follow the whims of these spirits..."

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"We have both I think, stepped from whatever plane or world we call home. I wonder what magic has drawn us here..."

He leaned forward, taking his as of yet untouched water tankard in hand and sipping it gingerly.

"As you might expect by your own perceived bias, being a Drow under the Morning Lord's sun is its own curse and burden when it comes to the eyes and whispers of others."

"I am Drizzt Do'Urden. Ranger of the North."

"Rare person seems to be an apt description."

He rose, not bothering to know any dust or dirt from him. The Ranger from the frozen north still averted his eyes somewhat - from her form. Normally he would be bolder but... These days the words coming on the wind made him uneasy.

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