Neverwinter Forest You got a flat pancake? Just call it a crepe!

She didn't have enough time to react when rushed ahead, nearly gasping out the word — Wait!— before he stopped in front of her. She huffed, not responded to his voice. Instead, stepping forward, raising her head, sniffing the air, then the ground. Dead, stale. Nothing. It- But before she could answer him, he ran. Arrille! She barked, knowing the answer long before she could voice it: Neverwinter was gone. How long they had been so and why they disappeared was unknown, but no one remained. She cared little for the Neverwinter Wolves, least of all Ondine, but they were the only family Arrille had known. For him at least, her heart hurt. She followed, calling after him. Oi! C'mere! She didn't know who else had moved in, and why they had left. He could have walked into a loner's den, or a bear, or something. Wot're yew doin'! Come back!