Neverwinter Forest anything but to breathe

It was hard for Goober to understand the dynamic between the two very, very different wolves. How could Eshe even dream of being with such a bore? Scimitar barely said a word, and he just seemed so terribly stiff about everything. Girls were always choosing the wrong guys, though, so perhaps it wasn't his problem.

"Oh, but I do!" he exclaimed when Eshe mentioned a possible raincheck. His ears pricked forward when she asked where he was heading, and he offered a small shrug. "I've got some business up north to attend to, and we'll see where I end up after that. At the very least, I'll come back to visit!" Well, he'd come back to visit Eshe, anyway. Scimitar didn't seem like he wanted company of any kind.

"I should probably head out and start making my way to Smash's old crash pad, though. I'm supposed to meet her there soon, and I want to make sure I'm there before she is!" Without further ado, Goober waved his tail, gave a playful, polite bow, and then bounded off toward his destination.