Never Confuse Honor With Stupidity!

In The Past, Tsr And Now Wizards Of The Coast Have Asked Me To Do Game Stats For My Characters, And I'm Never Comfortable Doing That. It's All Relative After All.

Is Yours An Honest Lament? ... Most Are Not, You Know. Most Self-imposed Burdens Are Founded On Misperceptions. We - At Least We Of Sincere Character - Always Judge Ourselves By Stricter Standards Than We Expect Others To Abide By. It Is A Curse, I Suppose, Or A Blessing, Depending On How One Views It... Take It As A Blessing, My Friend, An Inner Calling That Forces You To Strive To Unattainable Heights.

I Am No Longer Amazed By How Quickly A Man Will Justify His Change Of Heart When A Spear Is Leveled His Way.

But Love, Honest Love, Requires Empathy. It Is A Sharing—of Joy, Of Pain, Of Laughter, And Of Tears. Honest Love Makes One’s Soul A Reflection Of The Partner’s Moods. And As A Room Seems Larger When It Is Lined With Mirrors, So Do The Joys Become Amplified. And As The Individual Items Within The Mirrored Room Seem Less Acute, So Does Pain Diminish And Fade, Stretched Thin By The Sharing. That Is The Beauty Of Love, Whether In Passion Or Friendship. A Sharing That Multiplies The Joys And Thins The Pains.

Drizzt Had Always Suspected It, But Now It Was Confirmed, That "welcome" Was His Favortie Word In The Common Tongue, And A Word, He Understood With No Equivalent In The Language Of The Drow.