Firefly Glen But she knew.

Outside of Neverwinter's forests.

Miriam spent majority of her time within Neverwinter, awaiting for Asmoses, or trying to appease Liliana. However with her daughter now rightfully ignoring her, and the absence of her son, she truly was in the depth of despair. The best she could do was pray the days away, within her own mind and away from her daughters own sanctuary.

At times, she felt to step out of the forest. Surprisingly, the glen right beside was quite strong on the scent of wolves flocking- as it always was, but since she had come back, predominantly moreso. She didn't mind, really, she always felt like a guest of Neverwinter then of a home. At times Miriam wondered how her children felt about it, it definitely was there home, where they were born, but she.. Never felt that connection.

The mother stared at curiously, wondering who occupied the plains.