Neverwinter Forest nunyae

As the male turned the conversation to be about himself (typical, she thought), it occurred to her that he was not a prime candidate after all. He had taken a woman, perhaps more than one—he was tainted in the eyes of the sisterhood in a way that marked him as insufficient. How had anyone deemed him a worthy match and then merely left him intact?

A second thought came to her then—that perhaps this land was stranger than she initially believed. Sitala had half a mind to inspect his nethers and make sure he was not merely boasting, that he had all his parts in working order, but she refrained; whether he was merely being boastful or spreading truths, she knew in her frigid little heart that this man would not match with her Sanuye.

He was not good enough.

This put Sitala at a disadvantage. Oh? She feigned interest with a soft coo, allowing herself to relax from her fit of sadness (false though it was) beside him. With a fluttering of lashes she looked coyly to him and murmured, What were they like? Tell me about them—tell me anything, so that I may forget my own troubles.