Gyrfalcon's Keep memoryhouse

He cursed a lot, something Grezig often found distracting. He was not alone, and he had just… propositioned her to join their group. Grezig gave a wan smile. “No. Sorry. I’ve got my own pack I’m trying to start, in the pine forest to the south of here.” She paused, and confided, “Not much luck so far.” It was true. Siege had said that loners would come through Neverwinter, but so far, not many had. Laroche was the only one. And then that confrontation with that one group of wolves had thrown a proverbial wrench into her plans. Still… if they could gain enough numbers, they could maybe take the forest for themselves. Neverwinter was important to her, for it was sheltered from most bad weather. She wanted that forest, and she was not above ousting a group who’d settled there before her to get it. “I’ll keep your pack’s location in mind,” she said, bringing her thoughts back to the present. “Perhaps we can form an alliance some day.”