Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

And it was a peacefulness that Dirge shattered, when he tore the mink in two. Far from equal halves and a spine that suggested a better time, he was already making work of it. It was an amusing meal, watching her preen as though she were truly the one who was filthy, and well, now bloodied. It was hard to say which if his sisters she would have been like, which was probably why they got on so well—she was much like him. Not so much that they were identical, but enough to compliment one another. Enough to have something in common, anyway.

When he had managed to get down what he could of the mink, Dirge licked his chops. He probably could have ate more, but that would have only served to make him ill. He rose to his feet, shaking out his coat and scattering the two mink halves to the brush. Treats for the next poor soul that found themselves there, he reasoned. There wasn't enough to justify carrying or burying in the frozen earth.

"So then, what of your errand from earlier? Your enemy hasn't shown his face here," and he chose his words carefully here too, still uncertain of what to make with the goings on.