Neverwinter Forest up in smoke

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— at least, that's what he invisioned. A pitiful death, a lonely death, where the only people present were filled with loathing for him. Not his family, but these shadows that betrayed him. But it was only temporary. A product of his fear and weakness.

Abruptly the harbinger released her grip. Screech bowled forwards with a desperate gasp, sucking back a lung-full of air with greedy abandon; he thought he heard the ocean in his ears, but it was the blood finally rushing back to where it needed to be. His vision swam - and his mind was a fog - and as things settled he looked up, seeking Sorina's face.

He didn't see two wolves made of shadow, but three. Panic seized him with a stronger grip this time, and he flattened instinctively against the ground; he watched this new arrival with a wide-eyed stare and did not blink, even as a warmth and wetness spread from his loins and turned the snow a foul gold.