[ As lost as he was — Raphael wants to take issue with it, but it is true, at its core. He is lost, well and truly. He does not know this sky, this place, nor this large tree that had grown them like they were bursting free from Sylvanus's spell. He does not believe that is possible, particularly given his proclivities, but it feels like it. Which continues to give him pause.

He does not like this, not one bit, but what is there to do, but to move forward? ]

I am certain that we will not be alone. Others have sprung forth, you know. Perhaps further allies for you, as well?

[ Not he, of course. Mortals were targets, not allies. Pieces of an intricate machine and plot to put things together. Without the prospect of the Crown of Karsus, he would need to find new pieces.

Damnable luck. ]

Rather peakish for dead, do you not think?

Well, if you wish for companionship, dear Drizzt, perhaps we will travel alongside one another for now?

[ He moved to descend, his wings stretched and aching still, but they shifted and moved to allow him the opportunity to descend. ]