"Make men... great again."
The spy repeated the words.
He thought he ought to laugh at such an impossible goal.
After all, this Drizzt Do'Urden's grand ambition was as absurd as abolishing slavery among the Drow—
Female supremacy and slavery had underpinned Drow society since ancient times.
If empty slogans could overturn the foundations of a race, all the world's peoples would have come together as one happy family long ago.
Yet as he listened to the other man's impassioned words, he found he couldn't muster the slightest sneer.
His lips did curve into a smile, but there was nothing mocking about it.
He dared not admit that he felt longing.
Longing for a land where everyone was equal and discrimination did not exist.
He did not want to be flayed and hung, raw and bloody, from the spire of the spider temple.
He still feared the Matron Mother, so he searched for a reason not to be persuaded. The spy thought for a long time before his own circumstances finally came to mind.
At last, he felt able to sneer with a clear conscience.
"You talk about fairness, but equality between genders isn't the same as true fairness."
His thoughts drifted back to his damp, miserable childhood.
A half-Drow life stripped of all dignity.
"Your so-called equality is nothing more than refusing to let female supremacy cost you what you're owed. Deep down, all you want are the same privileges women enjoy—or even greater ones.
"Even if you somehow defied the rules laid down by the gods and ended gender inequality, what then? It would only make you Pureblood Drow great!
"Half-Drow like us, and the many others even more lowly and despised than you, would still be slaves without rights, bullied, scorned, and mocked.
"You say only the