“Knew I’d find ye in trouble if I came out an’ looked for ye!” In spite of the added discomfort, the dwarf’s long, pointed, often-broken nose and gray-streaked though still-fiery red beard came as a welcome sight to Drizzt. Bruenor Battlehammer walked up the back of his dead foe, disregarding the fact that the heavy monster lay on top of his elven friend. “Yer late, elf!” came the rough edge of a familiar voice.
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