Yo Drizzt I remember spending hours trying to kill you and your friends in BG2 Shadows of Amn. I really wanted dat Twinkle and Frostbrand. After realizing I was outmatched in a head on fight I ended up befriending you and gaining your assistance to slay the vampire bitch, Bodhi. Little did you know what I had in store.
After meeting up with you and your crew in the catacombs I snuck into the next room and chain-conjured demon gates into your vicinity. The demons made easy work of your underlings yet seemed incapable of scratching the great Drizzt Do'Urden. Frustrated, I began launching a hellstorm of cloudkills, death fogs, and a touch of Abi-Dalzim's Horrid Wilting into your corridor. It was a wonder you did not try to vacate the premises or at least try to investigate the source of the magical apocalypse. One thing was certain, your magic resistance was worthy of any man's envy.
Eventually you became consumed; your dark skin completely devoid of all moisture and life essence. My guilt quickly overcame me but was detained after holding for myself the legendary scimitars, Twinkle and Frostbrand. Thank you, Drizzt. Without you, I never would've been able to become an unstoppable cyclone of destruction. Respek.