I’m NOT FIGHTING TO BE BETTER. JUST FOR THE FIGHT OF THE FIGHT.

I am Drizzt Do’Urden; once my steps were guided by the infallible compass of my conscience, but now I have embarked on a vague path. I am fighting on the side of my lover, Dahlia, to avenge an old insult, but I do not realize what a more sublime purpose we are serving with it. My heart tells me to leave you alone. Still, I can't resist the tingling.

I am Herzgo Alegni; shadow warlord, lord netheri. I stand on the bridge named after me and look forward to the upcoming fight. The drow and his two companions think they can hit me, but they forget about my blade… and who he's holding. Drizzt Do’Urden is a minor opponent.

I am Kharon's claw; ancient magical relic, sensing sword. I once ruled a thriving city and captivated a once legendary assassin. With a soft whisper of my blade, I can force Artemis Entreri to his knees at any time. I feel like you want to destroy it. But would he be willing to sacrifice everything in exchange for passing freedom?