Neverwinter Forest night of the hunter

The man did not agree, but nor did he protest.  He was silent and thoughtful, which caused Harlyn to grow thoughtful as well.  Who was this stranger?  Where had he come from and how had he grown into such a selfless and... obedient creature?  There were many questions that ran through the Cinderloch's mind, but she was quite aware that there was a time and a place to unleash such curiosities and they were definitely not all at once right after the object of your inquiries saved your life.


"What is your name?" she asked after a moment.