Neverwinter Forest i was born to fly away

He too, had come from the south. Perhaps not the far south, but it certainly felt that way. He had come from the divide between the alpine forests and the warm sands—how unusual it was to find someone else who may have recalled such a thing. But if her accent was anything to place, it was indeed truth that she had come from much further away than he ever had. Dirge had no intentions of ever returning to the south, however much he missed a more stable climate. He too, knew what it was to be hunted, but would never loosen his tongue enough to reveal.

”I suppose that is the risk we take in wandering,” he rejoined. ”Though I can't claim to have wandered into a war and back out again. I generally take pains to avoid such nonsense,” and there were many more pains he went to in staying out of it all. Hydra was perhaps the only real connection he had to anything now, and even then it wavered at times. ”But it is a shame they would think to pursue a lady so far. The road is long and unforgiving to here; perhaps the lingering cold have taken care of them.” It could have done the same to either of them, yet it had not.