La garra de Charon (Neverwinter, 3)

I am Drizzt Do'Urden, once guided by an unerring moral compass, now following a path that has lost its clarity. I draw my blades alongside my lover, Dahlia, to collect an old debt, though I no longer know what higher purpose it can serve. My heart tells me I should yield, but I cannot renounce the thrill all this brings me. I am Herzgo Alegni, Shadovar commander, Netherilian lord. Standing on the bridge that bears my name, I await the imminent battle. The drow and their allies believe they will surprise me, but they forget my weapon and the one bound to it. Drizzt Do'Urden is no adversary for me. I am the Claw of Charon, ancient artifact, sentient blade. I have conquered what was once a great city and enslaved a legendary assassin. With a whisper of my blade, I can bring Artemis Entreri to her knees. I feel that he seeks my destruction, but I wonder if he will be willing to sacrifice everything for a brief breath of freedom.