Neverwinter Forest to take

Tonravik was, in fact, intuitive when it came to Echelon. She knew the woman well enough to know she had been here before; Tonravik observed her actions, wondering what she knew. Some was said just then; there was a lead female, here. Or, had been. Echelon confirmed what she had known; the place was abandoned. Her keen nose had picked up on such... and it meant that the place was ripe for the taking. "You have been here before..." Her rumbled statement was short, and she tilted her head some to look at Echelon. "You have met her," she half-asks, her tail twitching idly. Tonravik did not know that none had come to receive her.

Tonravik moved with her lurking near the border, blinking slowly as she felt Echelon's searching eyes. The lead looked to the inky woman, revealing her fangs. "We will take it. Tonight." She gestures to the land, knowing they first had to collect Kroc before pressing onward. Her comrades in arms and her would make short work of this. They would rise, as they always did. Her plume swayed as she looked to the land before them: theirs.