Neverwinter Forest as helpless as a stinger without a bee

To the glacier. He stated. His tone was flat, deadend by the memories as they peppered back to him through his mind. The meadow, the lake, the great ice sheet -- everything cast under a soft pink glow as the sun set, igniting the sky around the family as they advanced upon their soon to be palace. A palace of death, he thought grimly. For a minute or two Njal says nothing as he is distracted by his thoughts, reminiscing of a time when things hadn't spoiled yet.

Then, he cleared his throat and continued. Duskfire glacier. My wife and I settled there for a time, but the north is a very difficult place. He did not elucidate on that point as it was too difficult, even now, to admit all of his errors and all of the ruin that had followed them. Instead he focused on Mazi, watching her for a reaction before asking, Where do you hail from?