Neverwinter Forest strangle thorn

Goldhawk had encountered myriad accents since leaving the Ole Rip, where everyone spoke like him, but this was one of the warmest he'd heard thus far. It suited Sawyer's sunlit coat and cheer-ready demeanour — even his name.

Goldhawk, he gave his own name in bright response, having subconsciously shaken off his habit of giving his full and substantial title when meeting new folk. His kin here at Neverwinter called him Goldhawk — and so he was simply that.

What say you to this, Sawyer me old bucko m'lad: one of my favourite ways to get to know someone is with a good-old fashioned spar. His eyes glinted with good-natured challenge, and one forepaw hovered to imply impending movement. Think you're up to it?