[ He feels reassured, that the man before him has found those he can trust to accompany and support him; with his own losses still so fresh, he has not the heart to pick himself up and begin anew. Even at his most isolated and alone, he'd always ( at the very least ) had Guenhwyvar. In this place, there is no one who knows him and cares for him. Well, there had been some who knew his name — his deeds, even. Raphael and Karlach, denizens of his world. Where they were now, he did not know.

Hopefully safe. ] I had companions, too. When they passed, I found myself lost — and I was lucky to forge new connections, years after.

[ How ironic, to have counted Artemis Entreri among his friends. Time did strange things to people, he supposed. And Drizzt examines the way Kowloon bleeds away, fungi to bustling alleys draped in rich silks and tapestries and brass lanterns. It reminds him a little of Calisham, but colder, darker. The bright shine of Liem's holy symbol and the words that assure him of his god's presence brings a measure of peace to the elf; while he and Mielikki were no longer seeing eye to eye, he was grateful to the goddess for showing him the path for a long time. ]

Is their voice why you chose the path that you did in Kenos? I am loathe to bring all things back to Factions, but they seem to be a driving part of life itself.