[ More driven? Well, that is because Elminster is a wizard tbh. Wizards are delightfully ambitious and power-hungry, even at their best and most kind. Magic had an influence upon most people, turning them either into ascetics or madmen — not that Drizzt took issue with magic of any kind. Like the demon before him, he had a healthy respect for the unique dangers and uses of such things. It is why he remains polite, taciturn, his answers careful and neutral — he knows how to navigate a conversation that serves simultaneously as a trap.

He was, after all, raised by his poisonous sister. Vierna, who surprised him in her last moments with wide eyes and rejection of her goddess on her lips. Imagine it. ]

What would it be, to have anything more without anyone to share it with?

[ The Companions, after all, featured in song and story alongside him ( for he was never a lone warrior, a single bastion against destructive forces; he was always with others — ). And they were dead, long before he'd breathed his last. Maybe, if he keeps going, he will be able to catch up with them. Maybe Catti-brie drags her heels like she used to when she did not want to lose sight of him, her hair caught in the sunlight, eyes turned to the horizon where he knew she could not truly see him, but would always be drawn to him. As he was to her. ]

I think I would like to see what comes next. This world is new, I think I am dead, and it is rather nice to be somewhere where the only person who knows my name is a demon as lost as I am.