Neverwinter Forest slower & slower

Forget them. Forget him. She would forget those deceitful traitors and dash their faces from her memory. They didn't deserve to live there anymore. He didn't deserve it. What a waste. Lyra truly had felt something for Terance, but the feeling within her chest had flickered out of existence. He had chosen his path and abandoned them in favour of a weak man and his dull Redhawk girl. The green-eyed boy was as good as dead to her.

With a cool composure that rarely came to the most turbulent head of the Cerberus, Lyra strode through the dark forest with a sense of quiet confidence. She had picked up on the scent of another, a man, but the smell was wild and earthen, peppered with the unmistakeable aroma of plants and herbs. It drove her towards him with an insatiable curiousity. There. Even with the darkness, courtesy of the heavy cloud cover, she spotted him shuffling amongst the trees, a brute of a wolf who was nosing through the undergrowth as if he were looking for something.

Lyra approached with ease, letting her tail wave gently in an amicable nature as a soft smile played upon her features, waiting for him to notice her presence.