Drizzt-A-Fan-Club

“Can we not finish this discussion here?” The assassin scowled, as a peal of thunder rumbled overhead mid-sentence. His companion was already halfway down the ratline. “Jarlaxle, I don’t have time for this–" A flash of lightning drew the drow’s gaze upward, and the human saw himself reflected in those ruby eyes, silhouetted starkly against the stormy sky, and as diminutive as a piece of driftwood bobbing in the endless surf. No longer interested in finishing his thought, Entreri clambered out of the crow’s nest. The wind had already picked up enough that it took more than an afterthought to maintain