Neverwinter Forest this emptiness won't fade

Her brother was here! Her nose lingered along his fur, inhaling a scent that was so familiar to her, and yet so different. The salt of the sea clung to him, and she pulled back, a grin upon her features as she was about to tell him about her and Floki’s intended visit – but the famine had kept them at bay. But Her pale companion had something to say, and the joy that was within her eyes began to shift when his words were given – words that did not resonate instantly.

It was a strange moment. Whittier and death mentioned in one sentence seemed so impossible that she processed the statement, her jaw opening to speak, and then clamping shut with further thought and confusion. “I don’t.. Whit is here, in Teekon Wilds?” No, her mind corrected her in that moment. Whittier had been here.

Whitter was now to be spoken in past tense.

“Jorunn – what.. No.” The statement fell flat, her head beginning to give a gentle shake of her refusal. No. He was mistaken. Her chubby brother had been safe at the Ridge, last she had checked. Looking after her youngest siblings by Bazi. “It’s impossible.”