Neverwinter Forest holy water running dry

Their story for now seemed to head towards an inevitable conclusion; the desire that had built in him was left to simmer as he sensed this, as she drew near. For now, seemed promising and he truly hoped it was, never quite the type to go into things entirely blind. He would stay his course and she hers, and whatever became of them would simply happen whether left up to fate or choice.

The touch of her cool nose to his cheek served as reminder of this, though he wished she would linger a spell more at his side. He desired many things in that moment, some unobtainable, but they would come to be left in holding, in wanting. Dirge would continue to temper such things, for their meeting was on chance and he had many things to consider.

As she receded to the timber and out of his sight, he was rhe one left to linger and feel her touch, and wonder. Wonder whether the pursuit was worth it—which for reason he could not explain seemed it was—and whether or not the things at hand would come to resolution. None of such would be swift, nor emotion enough to stir him to act unwisely; her touch began to fade and he was left to turn back towards the place he had come from, wondering of Nyx.

Another tolling peal of thunder resounded as the winds shifted, the storm passing just as it had come. He followed it slowly, destined to linger beneath the boughs until blue sky overtook the road ahead. Beyond it, he would find Nyx, and entertain the thoughts set alight from his encounter.

Hydra would see him again, someday.