“I do not fear doom,” Montolio said, forcing a smile. “I have lived through many … fights, Drizzt Do’Urden. I have fought in a dozen bloody wars and spent an entire winter trapped on the side of a mountain with a broken leg. I have killed a giant with only a dagger and … befriended every animal for five thousand steps in any direction. Do not fear for me.” Again came that wry, knowing smile. “But then,” Montolio said slowly, “It is not for me that you fear.”
