Neverwinter Forest teenage wasteland

Eshe nodded at him, relieved to hear there was no real rush. He'd be local, and so she'd be able to find him if Scimitar wasn't available here and now. When her call died, he spoke again, and she blinked at his name. Goober! Did I hear that right??? What a great name! Goober, she breathed. The name itself could bring on happiness, and it did; Eshe smiled as she introduced herself. I'm Eshe, Eshe Frostfur, alpha female of this here forest. Which, by the way, is called Neverwinter. I don't suppose you belong to Redtail Rise, on account of you looking for it... now, I hate to be nosy, but you're not lookin' for it on account of some villainous vendetta, are you? Eshe squinted at him, and in a high pitched, fretful southern lilt admitted, Because that is just something I cannot support!