Neverwinter Forest You can hide underneath me and come out at night

there was little arcturus needed to say following dragomir’s pointed remark, and dirge’s careful yet cutting reply. he found himself glancing past the stranger to the forest around them. the dark eaves and densely situated boughs made the pinewood feel dark and secluded— no wonder the stranger favored it.  

he might have stayed quiet were it not for the budding question that pressed on his tongue. if this was inhabited, they ought to know — was not the forest part of the spear’s indomitable reach?

perhaps his nose had failed him, or maybe they chanced upon a pine-laden path that choked out markings. either way, arcturus finally spoke. is there a pack, or is it just you settling here? what do you call yourself? a hermit in the wilds was hardly worth the attention of the queens best men —but if a pack was indeed forming under their noses, it seemed they ought to know.