Neverwinter Forest night of the hunter

Harlyn regarded him quietly as he came to a decision as to how to answer.  Every word he spoke seemed to her as though read from a script, but there was something deeper to him that his words seemed reluctant to betray.  The druid did not like to see a soul so guarded, but she knew armor was not so easily shed.  That of course didn't mean she wouldn't try to loosen the clasps for him.


"It's always been a dream of mine to lead a strong pack, loyal to each other like a true family," she replied after a beat, "I think I'm finally close to realizing that dream, and when I do, I want you to join me."

It was bold of her to say.  Mordecai hadn't even agreed to this venture with her yet, and without him, there was no venture.  Harlyn felt completely confident in him, though, and thus she felt completely confident that she would be able to provide the life she wanted for this gentleman, along with any other wayward wanderers she came across that struck her like this fellow had.

He fixed her with a thoughtful look, which caused Harlyn to give him a knowing smile.  With nothing more to say, the druid got to her paws and left him to whatever thoughts he had locked away in his head and his heart, knowing that they would meet again one day - hopefully soon.