Chapter 2 preamble

Almost thirty years have passed since I left my homeland, and for the drow, that is but a short time.But to me, it seemed like a whole life.All I longed for, or I believe I longed for, after emerging from the dark caverns of Menzoberranzan, was a true home, a place of friendship and peace where I could hang my scimitar in the warm Share each other's stories with a trusted partner on your mantelpiece. Now, I've found it all.Bruenor has returned to the sanctuary of his youth, and we have lived a good and peaceful life, and I will only wear a weapon on the five-day journey from Mithril Hall to Silvermoon City.

am I wrong? I have never doubted or regretted the decision to leave that loathsome world of Menzoberranzan.But in this endless silence and peace, I began to believe that my longing in that urgent moment was completely inexperienced expectation. Before that, I never knew that I needed a quiet life so much. It cannot be denied that my life has become much better, in every way, a thousand times better than when I was in the Underdark.I can no longer recall a time when I had that anxiety; that exhilarating fear; Yeah, I still remember that, that nerve-piercing dread just a year ago when Wulfgar, Guenhwyvar, and I were clearing the bottom tunnels of Mithril Hall, but it's fading from my memory .

Are we creatures who are supposed to make a difference?Does such a pursuit of a comfortable life seem trite and depraved to us?Could it be those challenges and adventures that really make our lives meaningful? I have to admit, at least for myself, I don't know. There is a fact that I cannot deny that will undoubtedly help me with all these problems and put me in a fortunate position--so far, with Bruenor and his kin, Wulfgar and Catty-Bree And, son, and Guenhive; oh, my dear Guenhive, with them I hold my destiny. In my sixty years of life, I am safer than at any other time.My future has never been brighter, and what awaits me is a long period of peace and well-being.But I also felt a drain on my own life, and for the first time in my life, I started looking back instead of looking into the future.I felt like I was dying, and the stories I had been eager to share with my friends were quickly becoming stale, and I had nothing else to replace them.

However, I still remind myself that this is my own choice. — Drizzt Do'Urden