Now he assumed the calm readiness of a seasoned fighter, prepared to seize any advantage that might fall his way. “He who forsook the House of Daermon N’a’shezbaernon.” All fear had flown from Drizzt when he accepted beyond any hope that he would have to battle the demon. “I am Drizzt Do’Urden, that much is true,” Drizzt replied evenly. Cold-hearted killers, one and all, that had taught even the great demon of chaos a trick or two concerning the methods of excruciating torture. A dark elf that followed the Lady of the Forest? And a surface dweller as well! Errtu had known many drow over the centuries, but had never even heard of one that had abandoned the drows wicked ways. The demon had already decided that it would have to kill Drizzt, but it was intigued by such an unusual meeting. It was a white unicorn head, the symbol of the goddess Mielikki.
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