"Let the damned drow come!"
All about me I saw excitement, in the dwarves, in Cattibrie, even in Regis, the halfling known more for preparing for lunch and nap than for war. I felt it, too. That tingling anticipation, that cameraderie that had me and all the others raising our voices in cheer whenever good news was announced. What was it? It was more than shared fear, more than giving thanks. I didn't understand it then, it that time of frenzy. Now, looking back, it is an easy thing to recognise.
It was hope.
