Six years. Not such a long time in the life of a drow. And yet, counting the months, the weeks, the days, the hours, I thought I had stayed away from Mythril Hall a hundred times longer. That place was a whole life, a different way of living, a launching pad for...
For what? For where?
Now I cross the waters parallel to Sword Coast, with the wind and the waves whipping my face. My only companions are the clouds and the stars, beneath my feet the planks of a swift, well-traveled ship creak. Around me stretches the boundless blue. The calm, flat sea, as far as the eye can see, is disturbed only by the drops of rain and the splash of a solitary whale. Is this, then, my home?