Neverwinter Forest a mothers mourn

The rain was now a gentle drizzle, something he could handle. He was getting tired of the deluge, though he knew that his complaints would not be enough to placate whatever spirits had dictated that the rain must fall and fall and fall.

He wandered through the forest, content on doing a little check-in before he took time to rest. He wandered towards Miriam's den, hoping to just do a peek in before moving on, but she was there, resting in the rain. He chuffed to her. Hello, his tail wagging gently.