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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鈥檝e stumbled upon an enclave of drow who collectively favor Jarlaxle鈥檚 flamboyant style.鈥� 鈥淭hey are pale shadows of Jarlaxle,鈥� Jarlaxle assured her with a grin. 鈥淢aybe that鈥檚 why Artemis Entreri is uncomfortable,鈥� Zak remarked.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“They play hard, and drink harder,鈥� said Entreri, who was nursing a tremendous headache. 鈥淭hey dance, they love, and they sing with abandon.鈥�
鈥淎nd they drink,鈥� Jarlaxle repeated with a knowing grin. Entreri groaned and held his head. 鈥淵ou enjoyed your time with Vessi?鈥� Catti-brie said with a laugh. 鈥淭oo much so. But yes. He took me to a place he called De鈥檒irr. I did not know that drow could sweat so much.鈥� The other two looked at him curiously. 鈥淚t was half a dance, half a fight to see who could stay on the floor the longest. Few left alone.鈥�
鈥淚ncluding Entreri?鈥� The man just shrugged and even seemed to blush a bit, which caught Catti-brie off guard.
鈥淭hey are alive,鈥� Entreri went on. 鈥淢aybe 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

“Perte miye Zaknafein!鈥� the orc cried, and all of the Boscaille soldiers similarly stopped and shouted, in the next refrain. And then, 鈥淧erte miye Zaknafein,鈥� the fifty thousand Callidaeans chanted in unison and harmony. On and on it went, louder and louder with each refrain, and the Merry Dancer lights above seemed to sway and dart with every syllable. Fifty thousand voices lifted in the chant. Fifty thousand aevendrow, kurit, Ulutiuns, and arktos oroks jabbed their fingers to point at Zaknafein, this stranger they did not know, this poor fellow who had stumbled upon their land and seemed to be in the last hours of his life. 鈥淧erte miye Zaknafein!”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave