The companions did not go back to the cave beyond Dead Orc Pass. With Guenhwyvar's guidance, they came into the tunnels far beneath Mithril Hall, and Entreri knew the way well enough from there to guide them back to the tunnels connecting to the lower mines. The assas sin and the ranger parted company on the same ledge where they had once battled, under the same starry sky they had seen the night of their duel.
Entreri walked off along the ledge, pausing a short distance away to turn and regard his hated rival.
"Long, too, is my own memory, " he remarked, referring to Jar laxle's parting words. "And are my methods less devious than those of the drow?"
Drizzt did not bother to respond.
"Suren I'm cursing me own words, " Catti-brie whispered to Drizzt. "I'd be liking nothing better than to put an arrow through that one's back!"
Drizzt hooked his arm over the young woman's shoulder and led her back into the tunnels. He would not disagree that Catti brie's shot, if taken, would have made the world a better place, but he was not afraid of Artemis Entreri anymore.
Entreri had a lot on his mind, Drizzt knew. The assassin hadn't liked what he had seen in Menzoberranzan, such a clear mirror to his own dark soul, and he would be long in recovering from his emotional trials, long in turning his thoughts back to a drow ranger so very far away
Less than an hour later, the two friends came upon the site of Wulfgar's death. They paused and stood before it for a long while, silently, arm in arm.
By the time they turned to leave, a score of armed and armored dwarves had appeared, blocking every exit with engines of war.
"Surrender or be squished!" came the cry, followed by howls of surprise when the two intruders were recognized. In rushed the dwarven soldiers, surrounding, mobbing the pair.
"Take them to the watch commander!" came a call, and Drizzt and Catti-brie were shuffled off at breakneck speed, along the wind ing ways and through the formal entrance to the tunnels of Mithril Hall. A short distance from there, they found the aforementioned commander, and the two friends were as startled to see him in that position as Regis was to see them.
"The commander?" was Catti-brie's first words as she looked again at her little friend. Regis bounded over and leaped into her arms, at the same time throwing an arm about Drizzt's neck.
"You're back!" he cried repeatedly, his cherubic features beam ing brightly