Whether in adventure or in life, people might travel together for a time, but they often held different hopes and dreams for their futures. Parting ways was the norm.
Adventuring parties, mercenary companies, hired armies...
Renato had heard of far too many groups that had disbanded for all manner of reasons. In the better cases, everyone had completed the job, earned a hefty sum, and decided they no longer wanted to risk their lives. Naturally, they parted on good terms and went their separate ways.
As for the worse cases, it usually came down to uneven shares of the spoils or internal struggles for power and profit, until blades were drawn. Comrades became sworn enemies, killing one another until one side was utterly destroyed.
Even humans, bound by morality and law, behaved like this, let alone the races of the Underdark, where practically everyone suffered from some mental disorder.
After his experience in Samoriel City, Renato had originally planned to leave without saying goodbye and set out alone.
Parting and traveling alone had long since ceased to be problems for him. He was already accustomed to facing everything by himself in unfamiliar surroundings. But his present predicament forced Renato to reconsider whether that plan was feasible.
First, he was currently beneath the strata of Sammoril. Trying to head upward would only send him straight into the encirclement of Lolth's Drow.
He did not even need to consider the Nightwind Family's potential pursuit. The mere fact that Renato held the artifact Lolth wanted meant countless Drow would be willing to try to kill him at any cost to win her favor.
Second, traveling alone through the Underdark was still far too dangerous. Even setting aside its indescribable ogres, the distances alone were so vast that even Renato, with his superhuman endurance,