Neverwinter Forest Perception of reality, becomes reality.

Belly-Bog's half-hearted search came to a quick end once Vallkyrie arrived. Belharra sized her friend up with a begrudging glance. Well-fed, hale, and was that vole she smelled?

There was something else co-mingling with Vallkyrie's fur that day. Ah, the bespeckled guy. Belharra snorted, recalling their last encounter with steep distaste. Once crossed, Belharra rarely forgave anyone - and Mal would have to seriously work it to ever come close to her good side again. "Oh ello, buddy-o-mine. How's the treasonous side treatin' ya?" Belharra's tone was airy, but not entirely cold. "Looks like they keep ye fed, at least."