Neverwinter Forest slower & slower

@Lyra

Outside the forest, it rained. From the heavens fell a type of precipitation that was neither ice nor water — but it was freezing. The sheer lack of sunlight allowing the moisture to linger in his pelt for far longer than he would like, and a penetrating chill easily set it, so Komodo sought shelter in the woods that lay just to the south. Here, he had once considered weathering the hurricane of yesteryear, for the pines stood strong and provided a respectable shelter. In the end, the earthstalker had been driven coast-ward by nothing more than divine purpose. Now, here, the forest played the role it had always meant to.

To occupy himself during what was certainly the year’s bleakest season, the brute set to shuffling about the woods’ carpet of thick ferns and tried to pilfer whatever treasures winter had left him.