Neverwinter Forest the slightest touch forced to fold

So they were lucky and good for them, he supposed. Not so much for the likes of them up in the mountains, but perhaps their luck would still turn if the herds were driven in their direction... if they were so lucky. Maybe it wasn't quite the card to play, but it had seemed the right sort of information to pass along given what had been shared about them and the trio who pursued Dragomir and his absent sister.

Which that topic came to mind too... only to be sidelined by the next statement that was pressed to him. His brow furrowed in an instant; there had been several instances where he recalled action being taken, but the problem was that there had been several. And as for any of them being children, he could not genuinely recall.

"Chewed on?" Who had been the one to set teeth to a kid? More importantly, why? "We don't set our teeth on others for sport, but we have had our share of scavengers as of late, and some more aggressive than others in the sense that they've come far into our claim. What kid are you talking about?" Forget the lively social tone, he had taken this seriously.