The Esteemed Arrivals

Behold the tales of Drizzt Do'Urden, my esteemed friend, whose adventures are as legendary as his character is noble. Marvel at the strength and grace of Catti-brie, whose presence has honored me more than words can express. Delve into the intriguing exploits of Jarlaxle, whose wit and charm are matched only by his cunning—a true witness to my discerning company.

Stand in awe of Bruenor Battlehammer, whose hearty laughter and epic tales have echoed through these halls, shared over many a fine ale. Ponder the mysterious Artemis Entreri, whose rare visits always leave a lasting impression, a privilege I do not take lightly.

Each of these Esteemed Arrivals has shared moments of fellowship and wisdom with me, enriching our Manor with tales of valor and intrigue. I celebrate these remarkable individuals whose stories are not just tales, but legends that continue to inspire and captivate all who enter these venerable walls.

But hear this: Old Nan knows about my little listening device—the Whispering Teapot—that has been invaluable in gathering our evening stories. When greater powers enter the Manor, its whispers fade, its magic dimmed, almost as if by her will alone. Old Nan laughs at my frustration, hinting that some stories are meant to be told aloud, not in whispers.

So here I am, a gnome outsmarted by magic itself, forced to find new ways to satisfy my endless curiosity. With the Teapot silenced by forces I dare not challenge, I turn to conversation, observation, and perhaps a bit of discreet questioning among the Esteemed Arrivals.