Neverwinter Forest watch me, watch me

feel free to attack! or, y'know, whatever else.

his departure from the haunted woods predated vanity’s call and their subsequent disbanding. guardián knew nothing of the nightwalkers’ fall, nor was he particularly interested, but even he couldn’t help the nagging itch of guilt.

his path led upward from the flatlands, unknowingly toward the coast, with a short detour in the great wilderness. meals consisted of scavenged meat, mainly the putrified corpses of aged bovines, but he knew that this diet wouldn’t last him long.

he’d never been taught that stealing was wrong. guardián crossed the neverwinter border with confidence, his nose glued to ground as he quickly sought out a cache.