“Oh no, dear sister,” purred Ilnezhara.
“I think the drow has a dancer’s chance.”

“A bet, then, sister!” Tazmikella said. “If Drizzt wins, you may take him for your own physical . . . competition. If Kane wins, I’ll eat the drow!”

“Splendid!” Ilnezhara agreed.

“They’re joking,” Drizzt told Kane as the two walked away toward a flat and open bit of ground, and he certainly hoped he was correct.

“One never knows with dragons,” the monk replied.”