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“He is drow,�� Zak answered before Jarlaxle, who was now floating back down. “As are you—you cannot levitate?�� The surrounding aevendrow stared at him as if they had no idea what he was talking about. “Now, this is an interesting turn,�� 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

“Jarlaxle’s returning smile fit the moment perfectly, but behind it wasn’t Sos’Umptu’s offer, but rather his proof that even with her, even with this most loyal servant of Lolth, it was all about selfish gain. It was always all about selfish gain, he thought, but then corrected himself, and reminded himself why he loved Drizzt and Drizzt’s friends, and why, in a most profound way, knowing them had given him so much more than any promises Sos’Umptu or any other Matron Mother of Menzoberranzan could ever offer.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Along with the refugees of House Baenre, the contingent of outsiders of the Dark Maiden, and the soldiers of Bregan D’aerthe, nearly three thousand udadrow had left Menzoberranzan, past Donigarten and through the little-used Wanderways.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior