At the very beginning of the Majesty's Jaunt

[bigbookofd]

This is Ringabel, and I seem to be quite myself. Who else is in possession of their true memories?

I've found myself outside of the curtain wall of a castle on a floating isle. I smell brimstone and saltpeter, and there's a fleet of airships here coming from the direction of the rising sun.

Yet we're among cheering and laughing children barely old enough to lift a sword, and the mood is jovial. What have we stepped into this time?

I'd like to know what I can so as to avoid drawing undue attention to myself. Fortunately, a Black Mage's robes seem to be in fashionable style here, so my first mistake was not fatal.

Comments

[naturaltwohands]

[Drizzt doesn't like stereotypes much, but Casper is his friend, and this is suddenly probably rubbing him the wrong way for a silly reason but.]

I suppose it's the same reason why it's a stereotype that drow are murderous.

[helborn]

... Yeah. But not all drow are. Some of them are just awesome people who will rescue you without being asked.

[naturaltwohands]

[Damnit, he's trying to be vexed at you...]

... and some hope to be good roommates.

[helborn]

Yep.

[No one thinks you're murderous, Drizzt.]

It'll be okay.

[naturaltwohands]

[... okay, that's true.]

Yes, it will be--in a very large part because of you.

[helborn]

... See now you're just trying to make me blush in the middle of a crowd.

[naturaltwohands]

[Something like a mental chuckle.]

Well, it is the truth.