Neverwinter Forest never relent

It seemed Goldhawk had walked in on something serious, such was the nature of an open-air assembly. To be fair, the Alpha pair and their friend had been in a fairly secluded location, not truly out in the open where anyone could listen in or even approach. Had Goldhawk been a bit more gradual and calculated in his tracking he would have noticed that the Alphas were present, and a quick glance would have told him they did not need him here. And off he would have gone, on his merry way.

But, instead, he had been intent upon finding the trespasser, so much so that foliage and a lack of foresight had hidden the full scenario from him, and here he stood now, unravelling it bit by bit. It seemed there was trouble afoot in pack of this sheer white buck — Charon, the Alpha of Moonspear apparently. What a fabulous title, and content to accept his cheeriness despite the evident seriousness of whatever was going on here. Goldhawk gave him a respectful bow. Well met indeed, sah.

Then to Eshe he inevitably said: a classified mission? I'm the fearless fellow for the job, marm, sure as my auntie's twitchiest whisker.