They were before him as well, however, just two streets down, where two mobs had engaged in a vicious, confused battle along the avenue separating the Ships of Baram and Taerl. The weight of that tugged at him as he scaled the building to the roof and made off from the alley, trying to leave the screams of rage and pain behind him. Drizzt understood that he had no place in that fight, that he could accomplish nothing positive with combatants who were beyond reason. His hand went to his scimitar, and his eyes discerned a path down the wall and to the alleyway near the archer.īut pity overruled his anger, and he responded instead by calling upon his hereditary power to create a globe of darkness around the fool with the crossbow. The effort nearly sent him tumbling from his perch. The drow dodged at the last instant, but still got slashed across the back of his shoulder before his mithral shirt turned the bolt. Only his quick instincts and reflexes saved his life as one of Suljack's men, unable to get a clear shot at Taerl's defenders, instead lifted his crossbow at Drizzt and let fly.
