"Sadly, little knowledge was to be gleaned from the archives. Much was damaged during the explosion, and that which was not was subsequently ravaged by the creatures brought forth by it. I believe my first theory is sound, though, that whatever happened with this Voidcryst ripped pieces of this reality into other planes of existence. For more specifics, I fear we would need a wizard knowledgeable in the machinations of this place." It was a sad state of affairs, really. They were so close to answers, but like two parallel tunnels bored into neighboring rock, separated by far more than cloth.

He smiled as Watts recounted his time spent with his brothers in their youth. Until this very moment, Drizzt hadn't been aware his friend had siblings, but then, he hadn't shared similar information with Watts, either. He had few fond memories of his own childhood and he didn't want to darken the mood with those tales, so instead he would live vicariously through his new human friend. "What sorts of games would one play in the sand with balls?" He remembered one human family he'd watched an entire summer after he'd risen to the surface. They'd played a stick and ball game that had been incomprehensible at the time, but it'd seemed quite fun.