Drew had gotten his orders a few days back, now he was headed toward another town and place. The king of his kind wasn't very fond of bonding together with the other realms for help, Drew didn't mind much of it, his feet silent on the forest floor he was traveling at night he could see better. What he failed to notice was a snare next thing he knew he was hanging upside down from a branch, "drizzt" the damming word in drow language that he always loved to use when caught off guard.