"The volcano?" Drizzt asked, and Bruenor kept nodding as if it was all coming clear to him."Aye, that's it. That's the beast."
"They told you that?"
"No," Bruenor readily admitted. "But that's it."
"You can't know that."
But Bruenor kept nodding. "Ye feel the earth moving beneath yer feet," he said. "Ye seen the mountain growin'. It's waking up. The beast. The beast o' Gauntlgrym." He looked Drizzt directly in the eye and nodded. "And they're askin' for me help, elf, and so they're to get it, or I'm a bearded gnome!"
He nodded with even more determination then rushed for his pack, fumbling with his maps. " And now we're knowing the general area o' the place! It's real, elf! Gauntlgrym is real!"
"So we're going to go there?" Drizzt asked, and Bruenor looked at him as if the answer was so obvious that Drizzt must have lost his mind to even ask.
"And stop a volcano?" Drizzt explained.
Bruenor's jaw hung open and he stopped fumbling with his maps.
After all, how did one stop a volcano?
Gauntlgrym: Neverwinter book I by R.A. Salvatore
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