Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

In the next round of their discourse, he found a familiar name rising up again. Charon. He remembered the bloke well enough, lightly colored and speckled, fascination with the stars. Their paths had crossed briefly, the link between them—and now Hydra—laid bare; a tied off part of his paternal family that he did not know, nor hardly claim. It had been the very thread that had wound around him here though he did not entirely acknowledge it, and once more it dangled enough to loop him into whatever this was turning out to be. He pulled at it all the same, wondering what would unravel. It went with how he had been living, reflecting on the same point that had sealed his fate here today: go with the flow.

He let breathy scoff escape him as Hydra suggested hunting would make him look better, not that he needed it. For as lascivious as he could be, it was not often he found complimentary responses, or forwardness out of the fairer sex. If anything, the commentary betrayed his inclinations of modesty and beneath it, respect. But it certainly made most uncomfortable, as Ostregas were keenly arrogant in some approaches. Somehow, it suited her as it suited him.

"You make it sound like you'll have to show me off," he replied as he came alongside her. "But if a meal saves me from having to grovel and beg, fair enough. I'll have you know I'm rather terrible at grovelling." A knavish smile split his features, and then it was on to the task at hand. "Since you clearly make your rounds here, I'd believe you know where to go looking for offerings." He expected she would want to lead, and the role of the lech in him would admire the view.