Neverwinter Forest holy water running dry

She leaned into him, her words just as hot on his ear as her nose had been. It almost was like being put to the screws, the intent behind her words bewildering. It was not the answer he had anticipated, let alone her pressing so close; all he could muster at first was a hazy smile slowly spreading on his face. Her confidence had always been a drawing point for him but even now it was steeped in pride. Did she think to still try and pull him in, to tame him with her womanly wiles? The very question crossed his mind for a fleeting moment.

"I never said the time wasn't now, princess," and he dared to sound chastising here, even more daring to press back against her. "But I seek to make a claim of my own, not take up a mantle. Such things take time; only the foolhardy cobble it together and make it last." But she would know that he thought, her father had done so and well, Dirge did not believe Moonspear's success on good luck and faith alone. Their backers had helped and now, he presumed it was family that had kept them together. At least for now. He knew a thing or two about family.

But nevertheless, the idea had lingered for some time. It had been a seedling when he had left the confines of what had once been an unpleasant home and here, he thought perhaps the idea could sprout. He had no desire now to bend to the will of another, less to subject himself and Nyx to the same. It was as ambitious as it was self-preserving, and chances were it was every bit as foolhardy as he hoped to avoid. Now two wolves hardly made a pack, but three was more of a step in the right direction... assuming he could ever acquire a third to go along with the shenanigans.