Nineteen years later
Kayla was leaving. She couldn't stand it anymore. Her father's arrogance and over-protectiveness, her mother's constant doting, she hated it all. She just wanted to live a normal life. She should have known, as future queen of Mithril Hall, that a normal life would be impossible. She packed her few belongings and padded silently out of the winding corridors of Mithril Hall. But she didn't go unnoticed. Drizzt intercepted her at the exit to the road leading to the nearby city of Shal'Mer. Kayla, being a human, didn't possess the ability to see in the dark. Consequently, she walked right into Drizzt. There was a short struggle that stopped when Kayla recognized his violet eyes.
"Listen," she said, angrily, before he could speak, "I'm leaving, and there's noth-"
"I don't want to stop you," he cut in, "I want to help you. Your mother knew you were leaving. She knows that you are going to encounter dangers, so she wanted me to give you these."
He handed her two magnificent steel daggers. Both were perfectly balanced and emblazoned with the Battlehammer crest of a foaming mug of ale. She gaped at Drizzt, trying to thank him, but her gratitude was beyond words.
"I understand," he said, and he swept silently off into the long corridors of Mithril Hall. Kayla was stunned for several moments. Finally, she gave herself a little shake and walked swiftly into the warm, breezy summer night.