”Oh, true true lad” said Elminster and re-stuffed his pipe. ”Now, I can’t claim to have the sort of fame ye do, but I can sympathize. It appears that when people talk of the Realms, ye or I are the first thing on their minds. Nobody will start off a conversation about Faerun with ’Did ye hear what Storm did?’ or ’So I was reading about the latest adventure of Minsc’… As popular as the other heroes and villains are, it seems we two have become the centerpieces. And naturally, as fame works that leaves us rather exposed to public scrutiny.” The old man guffawed, and blew another series of smoke rings, this time forming into faint smoky letters.
Drizzt nodded. ”That does sound plausible. I mean, my original adventure in the icewind dale wasn’t really as much my story as it was Wulfgar’s, and we all know how that turned out. Frankly, I would have been content to stay as his sidekick”
”A bit late now, mmm?”
”Of course. And before you ask, no, no time travel. It only leads to misery.”
Elminster laughed. ”I was not going to offer, but that is fine and well. Messing with the past is a bad idea in general”
Drizzt smiled faintly, then the smile faded to his usual, weary look, a look he didn’t usually display. ”I suppose I just wish I could take a break from fame now and then. Fame and infamy, both.”