The old ranger pointed across a field, to the tree line and the white flicking of a deer's tail.

Birds chittered their welcome at the old ranger's approach.

"A wild boar has taken to living in there," the old ranger explained.

Drizzt could not deny the logic, nor the comfort the old ranger gave to him.

The old ranger shook his head and cackled.

"They are coming for us," the old ranger declared when the drow finally came in.

"You have done well this day," the old ranger said.

"It might put some spirit in them, so they can go out tomorrow and run that old Ranger to ground."

Let the drow consider the fib for a while, the old ranger decided.

The old ranger looked at him, troubled.