Section 5
SWORDS GATHERED IN THE SHADOWS
Stormy weather is always with us, somewhere in Faerun. Beneath it, all too often, swords are out, the
hand that wields one seeking to bury it in the body that wields another Part of the way of things as the
gods order, perhaps-or just the way of all of us flawed beings who walk this world I fear I’ll never see a
day when no swords will be drawn-or needed. But then, perhaps my sight fails too soon.
Alustriel, High Lady of Silverymoon