Neverwinter Forest I'm gonna smoke you out

This was a rare moment in Goldhawk's life — listening far more than he talked. Indeed, he had done nothing for the debate beyond provide moral support. But he really had listened, and in doing so had picked up invaluable information straight from the mouths of the respective horses. He knew more than he ever had before about the state of their borders and the land between Neverwinter and their neighbours. He gave a respectful dip of his head to said neighbour as they parted ways and could not help but utter to his Alphas: jolly good form m'lady, m'lord. For Goldhawk approved very much of what had occurred here today, and his strategic position as a guardian of Neverwinter had strengthened as a direct result. Despite his position on the back bench, he felt part of something.