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Chapter I

Seeing the world

She looked out to the distance from where she sat, across keeper’s dale on border of the Mithral Hall and Dark Arrows.  The morning wind swept her hair a little to the side; its large braid weighed it down.  She turns to face it, letting the cold air fill her lungs with a deep breath.  The spring melt had come over a ten-day early, but the winds still held there chill. It was as though winter refuses to let go with out brushing the land with icy fingers one last time.

Rua’leen was dress for the cold.  A warm hooded traveling cloak fasten out of grey fur wrapped her small frame and covering black leather armor laced with some wolf fur with matching britches’ with chaps and boots. She also wore thin pair gloves that came up just past the elbow, they offer little protection from the cold, but are well made and did not cut easily.

A sudden increases in the wind forcer her to bring her arm in close and buried her face in folds of her cloak.  Her eyes closed briefly; when she opened them she took look at her garment.  “Just like my skin” she thought referring to the color.  Rua’leen has been having these kind thoughts as of late.  It was strange, for she never held such ones in her past.  She had accepted the terms of her heritage and the effects it had on her appearance back when she was still a young child, yet as her eighteenth birthday approaches it seamed as if it was all she could think of.

Putting the thought past her, Rua’leen unsheathed one of her short swords and focus on a more pressing matter. The blade was worn, cracked and badly nicked; it was the first of two swords she started using when her father began training her over a decade back, but it was not time that did such damage.  Back during the winter she joined, despite the wish of her surrogate grandfather, one of the patrols in the lower mines. As they went to check the tunnels that connect to the upper underdark the team came under attack a pair of nine foot tall monsters with bone plated skin that was hard as armor and large single clawed arms. They where called Hook horrors, power beasts that normally dwell further down in the lower caverns, the two had strayed far from their hunting ground and proved a quite a threat to deal with even for ten battle harden dwarves.  It was that engagement that damaged her sword as she faced one of the beasts she was forced to unfavorably block an incoming attack that send down the tunnels length. She did not suffer any injuries from the blow and was even quick to return to the fight. She even managed to land the killing blow to the same one that stuck at her.

A smile grew on her face when she remembered Bruenor’s reaction when he fond out. His cursing and shouting was loud enough to cave in all of Mithral Hall, saying thing like “Yer’s as daft as Pwent” and “How could I face yer parents in the spring and tell em”.  In the end all it took was a sheepish pout and an “I’m sorry grandpa” to come him down and put the matter to rest. Meany, her self included, knew just how much she had poor Bruenor wrapped around her finger.  Still it the whole thing left her needing a new sword, as the smiths told her that the integrity of the blade could not be fully restored, perhaps she should have stayed in the Hall.

The call of her name brought Rua’leen attention up to her left. Jeskle wave to her as he approached.
“You’re out early.” He said with a full smile as was custom for young wizard.
“As your self,” Rua’leen replied as she sheathed her sword. “Are you off to Longsaddle then?”

Jeskle nodded “My father sent a message last night about revising and old spell he found,” Jeskle gave an exaggerated groan as he stretch out his back.
“He wishes me to return and help with some of the scribing.”
“You sure it has nothing to do with any wedding arrangements?” Rua’leen asked with a raised eyebrow.  “No!” Jeskle was quick to answer and crossed his arm as he gave an upset look Rua’leens way “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“But you do plan to propose to her?” Rua’leen returned, referring to Mary Riverside the young girl who Jeskle had loved and admired sense they where children growing up back in Longsaddle.
“I,” he began than paused shaking his “I don’t know.”
“That’s not what you been saying during the winter”
“I know.” Jeskle said, “It was a short winter though.”

Rua’leen stayed silent for a moment and recounted all the times Jeskle told her how he planned to merry the girl when they where old enough and his more recent stay at the Hall only seam to add to his wishes, as he went on all winter about how he’ll say it ,what would be done and where it will happen.   Now it seems that he was not as sure of his clams as he was.

“What’s wrong?” Rua’leen finely asked, not wanting her to see her friend this troubled.  Jeskle looked at her than to the distance ahead, “Nothing,” he began “Just I’m…. Might it be that I’m over my bounds?”

Rua’leen motion for jeskle to elaborate and he began to talk about how beautiful Mary was with her frail frame, long blond locks, and her light blue eyes, held by a sweet pail face.
“Dose she not disserve some one equally as beautiful as her, and not someone who looks?” he ended arms out to his side hinting at hi own appearance.  I truth Jeskle was not a remarkable looking young man, not ugly, but rather plain looking. He was no taller than her father, a little shorter even, and held an ample size belly. Jeskle was shaken his head, clearly sadden by such views he held for himself. It was all Rua’leen could stand.
“Jeskle Harppel!” She said firmly, demanding his attention.
“You have held feelings for this girl for how many years and now your saying you don’t have right to proclaim it!”
“And why, because you not as fair as the folks of Moonwood or as gallant as a knight of the silver?”
Jeskle tried to answer, but was cut short
“And what of your self, is their truly nothing that Jeskle son of the good and renown Harkle Harpell could offer that’s not worth Mary’s attention.”
“We’re hardly that known and if we are it’s for other reasons” Jeskle managed to say with a weak smile
“Besides you’ve not seen her in three years.” But that did little to dissuade her thoughts. “If she has changed such in that time then she’s not even worth having as friend any more.” She said flat.  Jeskle face became a fierce scowl, and was set to defend Mary’s character from the statement.  He did not need to as Rua’leen warm smile showed what she was trying to get at.
“If she a good woman and truly worth your affection then try to fight a little harder agents your own uncertainties for her, otherwise you where never true to your self about her.”

Jeskle took a moment to feel the weight behind the words.  Then gave a nod, “I suppose that I’m just letting my own fears get the better of me.”
“Indeed.” Rua’leen put in.  Jeskle snickered at the remark than gave his good friend hug and a thank you “And if you still have trouble courting her” she began stepping back to arms length, “just let her know if she breaks your heart I’ll break her neck.”  She said rather cool and evenly.  “Rua’leen!” Jeskle stammered, but Rua’leen just shrugs with her arms up, to as if say “what”. For which she was.

“I have hoped I raised you better than that.” A voice came a ways from their side.  Rua’leen recognized the voice and immediately ran to her father and wrapped him in her arms and stated about his return from the northern part of Many-Arrows.  He had bin giving aid in tracking a group mountain giants that where raiding their trade routs. His time hunting them down kept him there tell winters end.

He brought his daughter to half an arms length and asked “Just where dose that dark humor come from?”
“A distant relative no doubt.” She said
“No doubt” He replied as waved a greeting to Jeskle.

Jeskle gave a slight bow “Well met Mr. Do’urden.” Drizzt tilted his head and reminded jeskle that he prefers he call him by his first name. Jeskle politely agreed and than began to say his goodbyes

“I should be going, my father is expecting me and the first caravan out to the west will be leaving soon. I hope to see you both again some time soon.”

“We wish you a safe journey and give my best to your father.” Drizzt gave and walked back to Stone-arrow, the new trade post that was set up a year after the Treaty of Garumn’s Gorge, wile Jeskle went west to the settlement of Fallen-ears.

They traveled together discussing about what each had experienced in there time apart. Of how Drizzt track and battle the four raiding giants with three other worries at his side, all of whom were orc.

“Obould’s influence on his people has bin quit positive as of late.” Drizzt said.  “They all seam to strive to better themselves in many ways.” As he recalled how well his once unlikely allies worked along side him, despite the history of things.

“Not the most comforting thought for some.” Rua’leen answered.
It was true, even after all that had been done to hold peace, there are still those who feel that another war was inedible and that the more civil and advance orc will just prove to be more dangers than they have in the past.

Dizzt didn’t continue the subject.  He instead asked about her time spent during the winter.

Rua’leen was coy about the details, doing her best to make them seam unimportant and mundane, including her encounter with the Hook Horrors.

“Hook Horrors?”  Dizzt asked.

“Oh, Just two of the things,” she started “they were making too much noise so I went down to shut there noisy beaks so we could get some sleep at night.”
“Is that so?” Drizzt said, his voice holding a hint of pride as he spoke. “Uh hum.” Rua’leen answered her smile wide as she heard his tone.

Dizzt gave a light laugh at what he felt was Bruenor expense. The old dwarf had always been protective of her for some reason. It was not truly called for, Rua’leen could protect her self.  Dizzt had made sure of that by train her at a young age.  She was only seven when they began and Dizzt did his best not to be to easy on her, showing all he knew of the wilds and swordsmanship.  And she excelled at them, though her size of a little less than five feet compromised her strength she was as fast and agile as he ever was, more so even. But looking at her Drizzt could see why anyone would wish to keep her safe.

Rua’leen was beautiful by all standers of any race. Not favoring either parent, but blending the best of both, her face angular with sharp features, and a youthful look that gave a feeling of innocence. Unlike most half drow her hair was mostly auburn in color with white highlighting the front and her skin more gray than dark ebony.  The one, or rather two, thing that Drizzt felt stood out most was her eyes.  Both where sharp almond shaped, but one was light blue like her mothers where the other was violet like his. She had told him once that her infravison, which allowed drow to see in a spectrum that detects heat instead of the normal light, could only work with the one eye, where’s her normal vision seamed fine in both.  In the end the only thing that surpasses her physical beauty was the beauty of her heart. She is blessed with a lust of life, always going as far as she could to see what there might be. She been kind and generous most she meets and judges not what, but who one is.  Yes Drizzt doubted that any in Mithal Hall would hesitate to come to her aid.

“You mother had told me on my back that we have more guest.” Drizzt said recalling the words he received from his wedding ring, a gift from Alustriel to him and Catti-brie, so they could always know each others wellbeing.

“If that’s what you wish to call them.” Rua’leen said taking no effort to hide the distain in her voice. Drizzt understood, for Catti-brie told him already who had arrived to Stone-arrow three days back.

Rua’leen continued “Allen Firth and his cosine Morrik, to which I care little for.” Drizzt nodded knowing well the two. The son and nephew of Galen Firth have taken the duties of being liaisons for the political interests out side of Nesme.  The two are as arrogant as Galen; however they lack his restraint and political insight. The two men where seen as no more than a pair of trouble makers. Galen supports them though and as the establish Leader of Nesme he is allowed to point who he saw fit to the task. Drizzt surmised that he appointed the two simply because it further irradiated Bruenor, but more likely it was that he trusted them.

“The sooner their gone the better,” Rua’leen finished “Expressly Morrik.”  Drizzt noted the last remark.

“Did something happen?”
“Its,” she paused for a moment “He stairs at me, uncomfortably so.”

“I understand.” Drizzt assured her, knowing well the kinds of looks having a dark elf heritage can bring.  Rua’leen was shaking her head “Not like that, he looks with the idea that he’s to expect something, something he wants.”

As Drizzt discerned her meaning he found that his left hand, witch was resting on the end of his scimitar, Icingdeath was now griping the handled so tightly that his fingers grew numb from lack of circulation.  He forced his hand to relax as Rua’leen continued to speak.

“And then there was.” She started to say than gave a dismissive smile, “No you have too much to deal with to start worrying about me.”

The words sadden Drizzt a bit “I always have time for my daughter.”

“I know but if what I’m feeling is true then you’ll be back out soon enough and I don’t want you to be distracted by family trouble.”  Rua’leen than skipped ahead a bit and turned to face her father

“Besides I can handle my own troubles.” And in blink of an eye she had both short swords out in a defensive stance. Drizzt chuckled and agreed,

“If you wish we shall not discuss it further.” She nodded her thanks as she put her blades away.

Rua’leen was indeed thankful. She thought against telling him what accord last night when she noticed how he gripped his blade. If she had told him that Morrik had made an attempt to get her drunk he might confront him about it and that would, she thought, only hurt all the work he had made the past years to keep the neighboring towns in the region peaceful, Besides it was her problem and if Morrik tries anything else.

She let the thought go there and asked about some thing else that was on her mind.  “All the smiths are acting strange.” She said.

“Oh” was all Drizzt replied with.
“I go to one of them to get my sword repaired and they say it’s too damaged.” Drizzt Remand quit as he listened.

“And when I ask about a new one they all say. “Got me too many orders to be sparing one, now get and be off.” She finished with her best dwarf voice and accent. Drizzt just stayed silent.

“You know something don’t you?” she asked not appreciating the silence.  No answer came.

“Fine don’t tell me” she went on “You just keep your secrets; I’ll just pry them from grandpa or Uncle Regis as I usually do.” Drizzt silently laugh “That’s way I didn’t tell them.” and continued his walk to stone arrow. He looked at his daughter every now and then to catch her expressions as she stared, pouted and even stuck her toughen out at him in an attempt to get him to dispel what he knows.  “Ah yes” He mused could no parent love such a wonderful child.

Description
Chapter I

Seeing the world

She looked out to the distance from where she sat, across keeper’s dale on border of the Mithral Hall and Dark Arrows.  The morning wind swept her hair a little to the side; its large braid weighed it down.  She turns to face it, letting the cold air fill her lungs with a deep breath.  The spring melt had come over a ten-day early, but the winds still held there chill. It was as though winter refuses to let go with out brushing the land with icy fingers one last time.

Rua’leen was dress for the cold.  A warm hooded traveling cloak fasten out of grey fur wrapped her small frame and covering black leather armor laced with some wolf fur with matching britches’ with chaps and boots. She also wore thin pair gloves that came up just past the elbow, they offer little protection from the cold, but are well made and did not cut easily.

A sudden increases in the wind forcer her to bring her arm in close and buried her face in folds of her cloak.  Her eyes closed briefly; when she opened them she took look at her garment.  “Just like my skin” she thought referring to the color.  Rua’leen has been having these kind thoughts as of late.  It was strange, for she never held such ones in her past.  She had accepted the terms of her heritage and the effects it had on her appearance back when she was still a young child, yet as her eighteenth birthday approaches it seamed as if it was all she could think of.

Putting the thought past her, Rua’leen unsheathed one of her short swords and focus on a more pressing matter. The blade was worn, cracked and badly nicked; it was the first of two swords she started using when her father began training her over a decade back, but it was not time that did such damage.  Back during the winter she joined, despite the wish of her surrogate grandfather, one of the patrols in the lower mines. As they went to check the tunnels that connect to the upper underdark the team came under attack a pair of nine foot tall monsters with bone plated skin that was hard as armor and large single clawed arms. They where called Hook horrors, power beasts that normally dwell further down in the lower caverns, the two had strayed far from their hunting ground and proved a quite a threat to deal with even for ten battle harden dwarves.  It was that engagement that damaged her sword as she faced one of the beasts she was forced to unfavorably block an incoming attack that send down the tunnels length. She did not suffer any injuries from the blow and was even quick to return to the fight. She even managed to land the killing blow to the same one that stuck at her.

A smile grew on her face when she remembered Bruenor’s reaction when he fond out. His cursing and shouting was loud enough to cave in all of Mithral Hall, saying thing like “Yer’s as daft as Pwent” and “How could I face yer parents in the spring and tell em”.  In the end all it took was a sheepish pout and an “I’m sorry grandpa” to come him down and put the matter to rest. Meany, her self included, knew just how much she had poor Bruenor wrapped around her finger.  Still it the whole thing left her needing a new sword, as the smiths told her that the integrity of the blade could not be fully restored, perhaps she should have stayed in the Hall.

The call of her name brought Rua’leen attention up to her left. Jeskle wave to her as he approached.
“You’re out early.” He said with a full smile as was custom for young wizard.
“As your self,” Rua’leen replied as she sheathed her sword. “Are you off to Longsaddle then?”

Jeskle nodded “My father sent a message last night about revising and old spell he found,” Jeskle gave an exaggerated groan as he stretch out his back.
“He wishes me to return and help with some of the scribing.”
“You sure it has nothing to do with any wedding arrangements?” Rua’leen asked with a raised eyebrow.  “No!” Jeskle was quick to answer and crossed his arm as he gave an upset look Rua’leens way “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“But you do plan to propose to her?” Rua’leen returned, referring to Mary Riverside the young girl who Jeskle had loved and admired sense they where children growing up back in Longsaddle.
“I,” he began than paused shaking his “I don’t know.”
“That’s not what you been saying during the winter”
“I know.” Jeskle said, “It was a short winter though.”

Rua’leen stayed silent for a moment and recounted all the times Jeskle told her how he planned to merry the girl when they where old enough and his more recent stay at the Hall only seam to add to his wishes, as he went on all winter about how he’ll say it ,what would be done and where it will happen.   Now it seems that he was not as sure of his clams as he was.

“What’s wrong?” Rua’leen finely asked, not wanting her to see her friend this troubled.  Jeskle looked at her than to the distance ahead, “Nothing,” he began “Just I’m…. Might it be that I’m over my bounds?”

Rua’leen motion for jeskle to elaborate and he began to talk about how beautiful Mary was with her frail frame, long blond locks, and her light blue eyes, held by a sweet pail face.
“Dose she not disserve some one equally as beautiful as her, and not someone who looks?” he ended arms out to his side hinting at hi own appearance.  I truth Jeskle was not a remarkable looking young man, not ugly, but rather plain looking. He was no taller than her father, a little shorter even, and held an ample size belly. Jeskle was shaken his head, clearly sadden by such views he held for himself. It was all Rua’leen could stand.
“Jeskle Harppel!” She said firmly, demanding his attention.
“You have held feelings for this girl for how many years and now your saying you don’t have right to proclaim it!”
“And why, because you not as fair as the folks of Moonwood or as gallant as a knight of the silver?”
Jeskle tried to answer, but was cut short
“And what of your self, is their truly nothing that Jeskle son of the good and renown Harkle Harpell could offer that’s not worth Mary’s attention.”
“We’re hardly that known and if we are it’s for other reasons” Jeskle managed to say with a weak smile
“Besides you’ve not seen her in three years.” But that did little to dissuade her thoughts. “If she has changed such in that time then she’s not even worth having as friend any more.” She said flat.  Jeskle face became a fierce scowl, and was set to defend Mary’s character from the statement.  He did not need to as Rua’leen warm smile showed what she was trying to get at.
“If she a good woman and truly worth your affection then try to fight a little harder agents your own uncertainties for her, otherwise you where never true to your self about her.”

Jeskle took a moment to feel the weight behind the words.  Then gave a nod, “I suppose that I’m just letting my own fears get the better of me.”
“Indeed.” Rua’leen put in.  Jeskle snickered at the remark than gave his good friend hug and a thank you “And if you still have trouble courting her” she began stepping back to arms length, “just let her know if she breaks your heart I’ll break her neck.”  She said rather cool and evenly.  “Rua’leen!” Jeskle stammered, but Rua’leen just shrugs with her arms up, to as if say “what”. For which she was.

“I have hoped I raised you better than that.” A voice came a ways from their side.  Rua’leen recognized the voice and immediately ran to her father and wrapped him in her arms and stated about his return from the northern part of Many-Arrows.  He had bin giving aid in tracking a group mountain giants that where raiding their trade routs. His time hunting them down kept him there tell winters end.

He brought his daughter to half an arms length and asked “Just where dose that dark humor come from?”
“A distant relative no doubt.” She said
“No doubt” He replied as waved a greeting to Jeskle.

Jeskle gave a slight bow “Well met Mr. Do’urden.” Drizzt tilted his head and reminded jeskle that he prefers he call him by his first name. Jeskle politely agreed and than began to say his goodbyes

“I should be going, my father is expecting me and the first caravan out to the west will be leaving soon. I hope to see you both again some time soon.”

“We wish you a safe journey and give my best to your father.” Drizzt gave and walked back to Stone-arrow, the new trade post that was set up a year after the Treaty of Garumn’s Gorge, wile Jeskle went west to the settlement of Fallen-ears.

They traveled together discussing about what each had experienced in there time apart. Of how Drizzt track and battle the four raiding giants with three other worries at his side, all of whom were orc.

“Obould’s influence on his people has bin quit positive as of late.” Drizzt said.  “They all seam to strive to better themselves in many ways.” As he recalled how well his once unlikely allies worked along side him, despite the history of things.

“Not the most comforting thought for some.” Rua’leen answered.
It was true, even after all that had been done to hold peace, there are still those who feel that another war was inedible and that the more civil and advance orc will just prove to be more dangers than they have in the past.

Dizzt didn’t continue the subject.  He instead asked about her time spent during the winter.

Rua’leen was coy about the details, doing her best to make them seam unimportant and mundane, including her encounter with the Hook Horrors.

“Hook Horrors?”  Dizzt asked.

“Oh, Just two of the things,” she started “they were making too much noise so I went down to shut there noisy beaks so we could get some sleep at night.”
“Is that so?” Drizzt said, his voice holding a hint of pride as he spoke. “Uh hum.” Rua’leen answered her smile wide as she heard his tone.

Dizzt gave a light laugh at what he felt was Bruenor expense. The old dwarf had always been protective of her for some reason. It was not truly called for, Rua’leen could protect her self.  Dizzt had made sure of that by train her at a young age.  She was only seven when they began and Dizzt did his best not to be to easy on her, showing all he knew of the wilds and swordsmanship.  And she excelled at them, though her size of a little less than five feet compromised her strength she was as fast and agile as he ever was, more so even. But looking at her Drizzt could see why anyone would wish to keep her safe.

Rua’leen was beautiful by all standers of any race. Not favoring either parent, but blending the best of both, her face angular with sharp features, and a youthful look that gave a feeling of innocence. Unlike most half drow her hair was mostly auburn in color with white highlighting the front and her skin more gray than dark ebony.  The one, or rather two, thing that Drizzt felt stood out most was her eyes.  Both where sharp almond shaped, but one was light blue like her mothers where the other was violet like his. She had told him once that her infravison, which allowed drow to see in a spectrum that detects heat instead of the normal light, could only work with the one eye, where’s her normal vision seamed fine in both.  In the end the only thing that surpasses her physical beauty was the beauty of her heart. She is blessed with a lust of life, always going as far as she could to see what there might be. She been kind and generous most she meets and judges not what, but who one is.  Yes Drizzt doubted that any in Mithal Hall would hesitate to come to her aid.

“You mother had told me on my back that we have more guest.” Drizzt said recalling the words he received from his wedding ring, a gift from Alustriel to him and Catti-brie, so they could always know each others wellbeing.

“If that’s what you wish to call them.” Rua’leen said taking no effort to hide the distain in her voice. Drizzt understood, for Catti-brie told him already who had arrived to Stone-arrow three days back.

Rua’leen continued “Allen Firth and his cosine Morrik, to which I care little for.” Drizzt nodded knowing well the two. The son and nephew of Galen Firth have taken the duties of being liaisons for the political interests out side of Nesme.  The two are as arrogant as Galen; however they lack his restraint and political insight. The two men where seen as no more than a pair of trouble makers. Galen supports them though and as the establish Leader of Nesme he is allowed to point who he saw fit to the task. Drizzt surmised that he appointed the two simply because it further irradiated Bruenor, but more likely it was that he trusted them.

“The sooner their gone the better,” Rua’leen finished “Expressly Morrik.”  Drizzt noted the last remark.

“Did something happen?”
“Its,” she paused for a moment “He stairs at me, uncomfortably so.”

“I understand.” Drizzt assured her, knowing well the kinds of looks having a dark elf heritage can bring.  Rua’leen was shaking her head “Not like that, he looks with the idea that he’s to expect something, something he wants.”

As Drizzt discerned her meaning he found that his left hand, witch was resting on the end of his scimitar, Icingdeath was now griping the handled so tightly that his fingers grew numb from lack of circulation.  He forced his hand to relax as Rua’leen continued to speak.

“And then there was.” She started to say than gave a dismissive smile, “No you have too much to deal with to start worrying about me.”

The words sadden Drizzt a bit “I always have time for my daughter.”

“I know but if what I’m feeling is true then you’ll be back out soon enough and I don’t want you to be distracted by family trouble.”  Rua’leen than skipped ahead a bit and turned to face her father

“Besides I can handle my own troubles.” And in blink of an eye she had both short swords out in a defensive stance. Drizzt chuckled and agreed,

“If you wish we shall not discuss it further.” She nodded her thanks as she put her blades away.

Rua’leen was indeed thankful. She thought against telling him what accord last night when she noticed how he gripped his blade. If she had told him that Morrik had made an attempt to get her drunk he might confront him about it and that would, she thought, only hurt all the work he had made the past years to keep the neighboring towns in the region peaceful, Besides it was her problem and if Morrik tries anything else.

She let the thought go there and asked about some thing else that was on her mind.  “All the smiths are acting strange.” She said.

“Oh” was all Drizzt replied with.
“I go to one of them to get my sword repaired and they say it’s too damaged.” Drizzt Remand quit as he listened.

“And when I ask about a new one they all say. “Got me too many orders to be sparing one, now get and be off.” She finished with her best dwarf voice and accent. Drizzt just stayed silent.

“You know something don’t you?” she asked not appreciating the silence.  No answer came.

“Fine don’t tell me” she went on “You just keep your secrets; I’ll just pry them from grandpa or Uncle Regis as I usually do.” Drizzt silently laugh “That’s way I didn’t tell them.” and continued his walk to stone arrow. He looked at his daughter every now and then to catch her expressions as she stared, pouted and even stuck her toughen out at him in an attempt to get him to dispel what he knows.  “Ah yes” He mused could no parent love such a wonderful child.