Neverwinter Forest So no more counting dollars

The meeting plays out a little awkwardly and her brows knit together, uncertain how to take her new pack mate. She still introduces herself and follows it up with a question that would normally surprise her but the conditions of Neverwinter haven’t been on the up and up since they joined. “That’s the intention,” she tells her after a moment. Something sits rotten in the pit of her stomach but she does not voice the concern. Her emerald eyes, instead, flicker off into the distance of the way she’d been going and debates just leaving and going about her business. The other doesn’t seem as invested as one could be and she doesn’t find herself involved, either.

“How long have you been here?” she decides to ask, pulling her gaze back and presenting an appearance that leaves little to question that she’s actually interested in the answer.