Neverwinter Forest leap of faith

North, the boy said. Belharra did not note an accompanying shift of his eyes in the direction “north” preceded. She turned her dark head and looked at Tuvak out of one glittery eye, forming her own thoughts about the veracity of his statement.. but she would let it pass, as she was just making small talk, getting formalities out of the way. 

North’s not much of a descriptor, sugar. She murmured, her accent honey-thick. But I am from the north also. I was born there, but I live here. Belharra jerked her head back towards the Glacier where the distant rim of stone that marked her den could be seen. Born on an island, so I was. To get here I had to swim.. She lowered her voice, her tone hushed as she continued with a spark in her expression. To leave the island ye had to hope the current was soft and your legs hard. Ye want to know what I did? She figured she could answer a not-truth with an untruth of her own. I crossed it. I crossed that mile wide sound on the back of a shark. She sat down and expertly studied Tuvak for his reaction, shifting closer with a smirk on her muzzle. Ye ever seen a shark, sugar? Is no small thing to see. I’d like of rather seen a murder of crows or a pack of hungry lions, than the shape of a shark cuttin’ through open water.