Since to get to the Promenade, you actually have to find a way *under* ground near Skullport, it is, in reality, one of the hardest places to arrive to. Getting into Undermountain is difficult to most and nearly impossible to arrive at if you are not wanted there. The twists and turns of the subterranian can confuse even the most intelligent souls.

This is where Korlarrin and his party would have had problems if it would not have been for Drizzt Do'Urden. Drizzt had been there once in his life and, since he was a tracker, was able to find it easily, navigating the path to Undermountain expertly despite the fact that the surface elves were confused and a bit frightened. Soon, however, the Promenade stood in front of them. As did Ryllinn and Zak.

It was not hard to determine how the two parties had caught up to one another. The rest that Zak and Ryllinn had taken and their numerous discussions had eaten up travel time while the surface elves and Drizzt had traveled at breakneck speed, without barely a stop, the sylvan elves being used to this on hunts. Ryllinn, shocked, could hardly believe that her father had followed her this far.

"Father!" she said in surprise, turning around as they approached. The elder elf rushed forward and grabbed his daughter in a fierce hug.

"Ryllinn, what are you thinking?" Korlarrin was asking as the younger elf tried to explain her motivation in following Zak. The second reunion between kin was not as easy as this one, however.

Zak had turned upon seeing Ryllinn dash off, relieved for a second that she might be leaving. Then he had spotted Drizzt, standing there like the paladinesque ranger drow that he had always been, even while being the son of the vicious Malice.

"Father?" Drizzt inquired hopefully. "Is that really you? I thought you had been killed by Matron Malice." he said, staring at Zak as though he was a ghost. The elder drow mentally sighed.

"No, luckily for me, the ceiling decided to come crashing down just as I was about to be sacrificed." he said smoothly, turning back to the Promenade. He inspected it for a few moments, and then realized that his son was not leaving. "Drizzt, here is not a good place for you to be. It would be best if you left."

"Not again. I am going to stay with you this time, father." he said stubbornly, "What is our purpose here?" he asked. Before Zak could give him a response, there was a cackle of laughter from behind them. Turning again, Zak groaned aloud as he saw Briza.

"Isn't that precious? A father-son reunion." she said in a syrupy voice as she walked towards them, snake whip hissing at her side. The sylvan elves had backed away as far as they could get and were frozen in fear as they watched the showdown begin.

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Interlude