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“Yes, and that they were not Lolthians, that their society was neither cruel nor unjust. Quite the opposite, for if what Freewindle told me in his rambling tales of these drow is true, we have come upon a society that is egalitarian and moral, a place where you survive because you can rely on others and where they survive because they know they can rely on you. Do you now understand what such a promise means to me, who had to survive Menzoberranzan?”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“It seems that we’ve stumbled upon an enclave of drow who collectively favor Jarlaxle’s flamboyant style.â€� “They are pale shadows of Jarlaxle,â€� Jarlaxle assured her with a grin. “Maybe that’s why Artemis Entreri is uncomfortable,â€� Zak remarked.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“They play hard, and drink harder,â€� said Entreri, who was nursing a tremendous headache. “They dance, they love, and they sing with abandon.â€�
“And they drink,� Jarlaxle repeated with a knowing grin. Entreri groaned and held his head. “You enjoyed your time with Vessi?� Catti-brie said with a laugh. “Too much so. But yes. He took me to a place he called De’lirr. I did not know that drow could sweat so much.� The other two looked at him curiously. “It was half a dance, half a fight to see who could stay on the floor the longest. Few left alone.�
“Including Entreri?� The man just shrugged and even seemed to blush a bit, which caught Catti-brie off guard.
“They are alive,â€� Entreri went on. “Maybe more alive than any people I have known. They play harder than many fight.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“For two millennia, the aevendrow have lived here beside the blessing of the hot River Callidae. We remember the strife of the times before that, the wandering, the hopelessness, the grief. This day, this war of cazzcalci reminds us that our peace is earned by vigilance and by sacrifice, and that we must all be ever ready to do whatever is asked of us to preserve that which we have built. There is no aevendrow, kurit, orok, or Ulutiun of Callidae who would not die to save the city, or even to save another borough. When Qadeej breathed upon Cattisola, more people of the other four boroughs died trying to save the Cattisolans than Cattisolans themselves! For that, we are all proud, and we are all one.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“He is drow,â€� Zak answered before Jarlaxle, who was now floating back down. “As are you—you cannot levitate?â€� The surrounding aevendrow stared at him as if they had no idea what he was talking about. “Now, this is an interesting turn,â€� Jarlaxle said, setting down beside them. “So it was the Faerzress all along, the barrier to the lower planes, which gave us this inner magic.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“They have opened a gate to the lower planes in this outer cave,â€� Avernil explained. “Nvisi says the barrier between the planes—â€�

“The Faerzress,� Zak interjected.

“We call it the Mezzonel, the winding fabric of Piu.�

“P¾±³Ü?â€�

“Piu . . .� Avernil lifted his gaze and his arm, looking all around, sweeping his arm as he did. “The Everything. All that is and all that will ever be. Piu.�

Zak nodded. “The multiverse.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior