[ He’d frown deeply if he could to hear that Raphael was involved, but it just makes him all the more grateful that Drizzt had been the one to have it in the end. Whether his world or his Shard, the idea of Raphael having either unsettles him just a bit… But it matters not, he thinks. It’s in his hand now, and that’s what matters. ]

It’s a miserable place. I couldn’t begrudge anyone if they decided to consign Rivellon for that island alone.

[ What to do with it… That, he doesn’t know. So, he explains the story of Bloodmoon Island first, as if that would give him extra time to think about that bigger question. ]

It’s worse still for being able to see and talk to the spirits there. Not one of them has a happy story, but I suppose that’s to be expected from a land where the island itself was essentially possessed. Why they buried an elf there when her soul was tainted, I don’t know, but it was a worse place for it. I can only be grateful that she at least knew the name of the demon possessing Lohse. I was hoping for more when I meet her again, but no such luck.

[ Fane sighs, though he’s also skipping over part of the explanation here… The giant, sick looking tree in the center of the island was the elf, but surely, Drizzt knew that. He at least looks elven to Fane. His home was a strange place, but much like Drizzt hadn’t seen all of Rivellon, he assumes the same in reverse.

Or: cultural differences aren’t something Fane picks up easily.

He looks back down to the Shard. It hadn’t quite given him the time to get to a better answer after all. ]

…I do not know, though. I feel as if I should keep it, if only because I do not understand it. Destroying something you don’t understand is the mark of a fool, but I am suspicious of it.