I'm used to climbing mountains taller than this, to be honest with you. Frozen peaks miles and miles and miles high, precarious stone faces — but the views... they were so beautiful at dawn. Sunlight gleaming off the frozen tundra, the towns below rousing as dawn broke, warm and full of determination to eke out a hard life...

[ Her excitement is infectious, and his soul-deep exhaustion is all that keeps him from diving into the purity of her energy and enjoyment. It's been too long, too much, too hard, for him to drive forth without checking first, without taking a deep breath and steeling himself for the hardship ahead. All the same, he takes her on with an innate warmth, a softness that spreads through him once he's held onto her hand and met her halfway.

Now, there's only the other half of the stairs to tackle. All the better to, with someone at his side. ]

I could see Piedra del Sol from anywhere in the city, honestly. [ Charming of her. Drizzt's native tongue allows him to skillfully, naturally roll the r's and elegantly controls his vowels, emulating her accent the way he had emulated Tezcatlipoca's own. ] I wanted to see what Highstorm looked like from the top, as I once did the Ten Towns. It might help me keep things in perspective, for the future.