Neverwinter Forest never relent

Had he not been in the presence of his Lady, his Lord, and an honoured guest, Goldhawk might have puffed out his chest with pride. For he was being considered for a mission of importance, and so it seemed he had quite some trust placed on him. Oh he was aware that part of it had something to do with the fact that he happened upon this meeting when someone else could have just as easily, but it still said something that Scimitar and Eshe — and even the foreign Lord whose wolf had been hurt — had enough trust in him.

He listened carefully, being quite aware that he might not in fact be capable of what they asked. Such failure was unlikely of course, given his strength of mind and paw, his beautiful singing voice, and of course his bally magnificent good-looks (yes this was relevant), but he was open to the idea that he might not be the perfect man for the job. Humbleness was all part of the package.

But it turned out he was quite capable. It's my honour to be of service, he proceeded, and then repeated the plan back at the group. If you would very kindly give me directions to the Maplewood, I'll head over there on my own and seek out this big brown-eyed Goober then escort him back to Neverwinter under cheerily mysterious pretence related to our Lady of the Forest. Has me old brainbox picked that up correctly, wot?