Neverwinter Forest cry wolf

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He had returned to the forest an hour or so ago, having spent far too long outside
of the lands and away from the influence of the others.

When the call rose, Njal knew he would need to be present. His thoughts were varied at
this point — his mind was filled with images of Valtyr, of Tuwawi, of all that he had left behind
and the boy he had rediscovered — and along with these fleeting images, he felt cold. It was
odd to feel such a chill upon his body when the summer threatened to be a very hot one, and had only
just begun in earnest.

He felt as if the warmth of the sun did not even permeate his top coat; that a winter chill followed
him everywhere. Njal moved until he spotted Scimitar and with a small nod to him, bobbing his gaunt face,
the old man settled nearby and waited for the others.

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