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"...He noticed the scratches on the wall by the tunnel, the notches he had scrawled to mark the passage of the days. Drizzt absently scraped another one now, but realized that it was not important. How many times had he forgotten to scratch the mark? How many days had slipped past him unnoticed, between the hundreds of scratches on that wall? Somehow, it no longer seemed to matter..."

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"Greetings, Zaknafein Do’Urden." Drizzt said heartily, drawing stunned looks from all in the room. Matron Malice had not granted him privilege to speak he hadn’t even asked her permission! "I am Drizzt, secondboy of House Do’Urden, no more the page prince. I can look at you now, I mean at your eyes and not your boots. Mother told me so." Drizzt’s smile disappeared when he looked up at the burning scowl of Matron Malice. Vierna stood as if turned to stone, her jaw hanging open and her eyes wide in disbelief. Zak, too, was amazed, but in a different manner... Briza, in her customary position behind Malice, fumbled with her whip, too confounded by her young brother’s actions to even know what in the Nine Hells she should do."

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I love him

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Goodneighbor's of the people, for the people, you feel me?

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I made an overpaint of my old work from 2024

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Commissions for @valiantcat

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Well... Now I'm done

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Dedicated to Gale, who for the tenth time in a row has watched as my Tav chose an egocentric bloodsucker with delusions of grandeur instead of him

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