Neverwinter Forest I want a slow clap for my victory

:D

Harlyn smiled softly, looking steadily from the hunter to its prey.  The girl's explanation made her laugh.  It was certainly all said in jest, but the Cinderloch appreciated the reference to sending the beast back to meet her ancestors.  She didn't read into it, but still - it piqued her interest even further.


It was then that the druid noticed the female's less than friendly attitude towards her.  Harlyn didn't mind too much, but made a mental note of it nonetheless.  Quietly, she sat back just to watch her continue the hunt, if it could even be called that.  She wouldn't interrupt, but simply wait until she finally grew frustrated enough to seek a second opinion on her actions.