"Elf! Where are ye?" Bruenor shouted again. He had been looking for Drizzt for two hours, but wasn't
even close to giving up. When he had woken up, he saw Drizzt's pack, but no sign of the drow. He had
seen no signs of anyone entering the camp, but neither had he seen signs of Drizzt leaving the camp,
either. Bruenor snorted. Of course there would be no signs of Drizzt leaving! The Drow could leave no
footprints on loose snow. He wouldn't leave any branches bent or broken, either, due to his training as
a ranger. How was a Dwarf to find an Elvin ranger in a forest?

Despite having little hope of finding Drizzt if he had gone off on his own, Bruenor had great doubts
that it had happened. Drizzt would not leave his friends alone, especially at night in the wild. It was
then that Bruenor remembered that Guenhwyvar had disappeared the previous night. Perhaps he
should have been more cautious after all. Only a great power would stand a chance against the
panther. Bruenor began to believe that Drizzt had, somehow, been taken against his will.

The loyal Dwarf immediately stopped his search in the forest and returned to the camp and considered
his options. He could remain here and attempt a potentially fruitless search, return home and enlist
the aid, and worry, of their friends, or return to Silverymoon and enlist the aid of the Lady Alustriel, a
friend of Drizzt's, and a proficient magic-user. He was only three-day's worth of casual travel out from
the city. If he pushed hard, as only a Dwarf can, he could reach the gates by morning.

With that thought, he gathered up everything in the camp and set off, not caring that he was planning
to enlist the aid of a sorceress, not caring that he hated magic, but caring only for finding his friend.

The first thing Drizzt heard upon waking, before he was even able to open his eyes, was a shout of
"Ohayou gozaimasu!" He sat up quickly upon hearing the foreign phrase, seeing a girl of about 15
years staring at him from a cushion five feet away. Looking around, he realized that he had never
seen a building like the one he was in now. The floors were of a straw-like substance, and the walls
were of paper, and had wooden frames. He saw a strange, yet beautiful, ink-painting, and there was a
statue of someone on what seemed to be an altar.

He looked back to the girl. "Who are you, and where am I?"