Northstar Vale good morning, look at the sun

Goldhawk missed the slight droop in his stoic lord's demeanour at mention of Kyron, being unaware that his fellow gold-furred warrior had left the pack. He had a life debt to Kyron, who had saved his skin and brought him into the Neverwinter fold. It had been more than a matter of days since he'd seen his friend last, but Neverwinter was a large territory and there was scouting to be done beyond it. A loyalist like Goldhawk would never assume that anyone had up and left without explanation.

He did, however, notice the twinge of despondency at mention of Eshe. The extent of his knowledge of love came in the form of a great wave of intensity he'd felt upon gazing into the eyes of a certain Diane. So while he knew some related feelings, he couldn't relate to what it was like to part from a spouse for any length of time. Goldhawk didn't know whether it was best to drop the subject or speak more of Eshe, so he just kept doing what he did best: blabbered on forever.

Yes indeedeo. I taught her one of the best shadow boxing methods I know — showed her how to give the old one-two to a tree, no less. Have you ever done that, sah? Draw yourself a springy branch, let it fly, and bite yourself some pine needles before you get thwacked in the noggin.