Neverwinter Forest home and away

Goldhawk felt a small, private sense of wonder at Scimitar's reaction to his son's death. For the first time, he felt the heaviness of Scimitar's age and wisdom. That sad smile... it was something Goldhawk wouldn't understand for at least a couple more years.

Although curious about why the Alpha didn't want Mazi and Astra travelling, he didn't argue because he swiftly realised what Scimitar was saying: he, Goldhawk, was to set out with this delicate objective. His heart leapt. I live to serve, said the warrior bard with honesty and drama, then added — and it's about time I jolly well stepped out on another jaunt through the country. He smiled lightly. Where might this roaming soul find the Lady Bazi?