Neverwinter Forest wheel of fortune

Daybreak did not relent when it came to the humidity of summer in these climes; this was something Dirge was quick to learn. The overgrowth of the forest felt just as thick as the air that he drew in with each breath, though he couldn't tell if it were his own ribcage that provided the oppression or not. The night had been full of internal tension after a chance meeting. Never in a million days would he have imagined crossing paths with another Ostrega, let alone on his own. It had spurned an inward argument that had lasted hours until he had crossed a familiar trail — @Saor.

His usually quiet steps were replaced by stomping as he broke through the growth, far too conflicted with eager and dread as he sought her out. "Saor!" he barked once, only then realizing how deranged he could have sounded. How needy, and that thought was enough for him to compose himself as he rounded another bend. "Rise and shine!" he called again, this time more like himself. Sussing her out needed to be the primary course here anyway, the details he could easily pass onto her more discreetly. And hopefully, he presumed, she would have @Nyx with her by then.