Phoenix Maplewood taken away to the dark side

All good ty!

Goldhawk was proud to be at his Lord's side, but also curious. There was not much he knew about this Goober chap, but what he was soon to learn was quite unrelated. He knew some of the Neverwinter wolves had connections in this region, far more than he did, and was honoured to be privy to some of them. One was Charon of Moonspear, of course, and next up was Saena of Phoenix Maplewood. It seemed Neverwinter was beautifully positioned in its web of friends, and Goldhawk was lucky to be a part of it.

The gentlemen were met by a lovely maiden whose appearance was quite unexpected by the warrior bard, who had been expecting a more matronly type of leader. He recovered quickly from the surprise, though — after all, Eshe was lovely too. Marm, he greeted with a respectful and soldierly bow of his head, but said nothing else, chatterbox though he was. It wasn't his place to fly into a whirlwind of introductions, and it seemed these two had some catching up to do first. Something to do with a wolf apparently named for stinkiness.