Neverwinter Forest miles outside of the eye of the storm

While she hadn't outright tried to recruit him then, her invitation tempted him greatly. It caused a thin, accepting smile to spread the length of his maw; he had the feeling that this invitation wasn't something that she just gave out lightly. There were many things that Mordecai had received in his travels, but this had never really been one of them. He had always been the one having to prove himself to gain entry to something he needed, and sometimes direly needed at that. This was not one of those times, fortunately. He hadn't been outright looking for a place to bed down, let alone searching for somewhere to give him a sense of home.

“I will keep that in mind,” he told her as she started to descend back into the dense foliage. Her offer intrigued him greatly, and she herself did as well. He watched as the last slips of her stark coat became consumed by the depths of the wild wood, and pondered his options from there on out. Perhaps he would hang around. Another option had opened up to him, yet another fork in his twisting and winding path that came unseen but not unwelcome. Exhaling loudly to himself, with a quick cast of the land around him, Mordecai also disappeared into the wood.