Neverwinter Forest that which takes in turns, gives in spades

He smiled gently. "I hope so," the priest murmured, lowering his gaze to the ground in what might come off as shyness in another wolf; it was patently modesty, in this case. So often he felt above others, morally and intellectually superior to them. It had been a character trait that had plagued him since he was a boy. But with Poet, he was on equal ground. . .and perhaps even beneath her.

She was a woman of great character, and he dearly hoped she'd join him at Silvertip Mountain.

"Right, then. Yarrow and garlic." He began to nose around the woods, flashing her a grin. "If you see me pick up something poisonous, let me know." In the end, she'd likely find much more of value than he would--but it was a good time spent with a good friend, and that was something to be treasured.

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