Sojourn (Forgotten Realms: The Dark Elf Trilogy, #3; Legend of Drizzt, #3)

by R.A. Salvatore

The animal’s tail came up high; Drizzt noticed in the faint light that the beast had distinctive stripes running down its back.

I am here for “Drizzt meets a skunk for the first time.”

The gnoll leader addressed Drizzt every so often, accentuating its excited words with a sly wink or a sudden rub of its thick, padded hands.

Uh, is it not obvious how ominous this is? This is like the universal “I’m evil” sign

he assumed from the creature’s eager lip-smacking that it was leading him to some sort of feast.

Drizzt, were you often dropped on your head as a child?

Of all the many evils Drizzt had ever witnessed, the murder of children had been the worst.

But apparently literal demonspawn slavering over women is a-okay with Drizzt!

leafy plants that Drizzt did not recognize.

But he recognizes chickens and goats?

In drow custom, such a show of superiority without injuring the opponent invariably signaled a desire for friendship. To

See, this is the kind of worldbuilding I like. Feel bad for everyone involved in this scene, though

Drizzt dragged himself out of the grove and fled into the mountains.

I feel so bad for this cinnamon roll

One leg,

What about his two broken ribs??? Have we forgotten about that?

Roddy McGristle

Can we please be done with this fucker and the quickling?

“Oh, me Daddy!” replied Catti-brie sternly. “Stop yer whining! Suren ’tis a beautiful fall, and harmless enough without the wind to drive it.”

... please tell me Catti v1 does not talk like this. Also please stop saying “Daddy.”