Neverwinter Forest I'm gonna smoke you out

The tip of Goldhawk's gleaming-gold tail flickered just a little, as if to privately express his approval further. It was also a twitch of deep and unyielding patience. Ooh he was desperate to explode into vocal agreement, stating the goodness and righteousness of it all, but adding that he'd be right at Scimitar's side if the warrior lord was in the mood for a bit of the old one-two in the near future. This was quite a tense peace treaty, so they'd be keeping a bally sharp eye on the Neverwinter borders. Unable to add anything serious and productive to the conversation, Goldhawk held his tongue persistently.