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

She scratched herself, using it as an opportunity to turn her head away from his somber vistage. She looked towards the sea, the familiar smell of salt wafting towards her. She was strangely quiet, contemplative. She turns to him as he asks what next to do. It doesn't take her long to reach a decision, the salt-water smell calling her to the shore. Let's go t'sea, She declared. She didn't know where the newest packs were, but there was always one there, no matter what moon. 'ave ye e'er been there?