NOW I AM ALONE. I AM FREE.

I'm Drizzt Do'Urden. The whiplashes of Grandmothers Drow hardened me and loving, true friends softened my heart. The Wanderers of the Hall are no more, so I already acknowledge that a phase of my life is over. I left Gauntlgrym behind, as I once did at Mithrill Hall, and I doubt I’ll ever go back there. It’s time to let go of the past and take new paths.

I am Sylora Salm, the sworn enemy of Dahlia Sin’felle, and a faithful disciple of the ancient death lord, Sass Tam. I feed the inhabitants of Neverwinter the Circle of Dread, and no one can stop it - not even Dahlia and his new drow ally!

I am Neverwinter, the city that was once called the Pearl of the North. They burned to the ground and now I am fighting for survival. Herzgo Alegni is trying to come to power over my inhabitants, and Sylora Salm is fabricating another catastrophe that will destroy once and for all; I'm standing in the mud for now. For centuries, life has been zealous within my once glorious walls - would that be my end now?