Firefly Glen But she knew.

There was a regality to her introduction that Toad appreciated. She gave a slow nod at this, maintaining the soft smile. Pleasure to meet you. It's an honour to meet a mother of Neverwinter, she said, true respect in her words. Mothers were the lifeblood of a pack. They were more important than warriors and guardians and even hunters, really. They performed some of the most difficult and beautiful work of all; Toad had long strived to be of as much use as possible to the mothers of Moonspear, and her birth pack before that.

I'm Toad Amelia. I'm from Moonspear and many of us are settling here in the Glen, I'm sure you've noticed, she explained. She wasn't sure what exactly Neverwinter's relationship was yet with Osiris and the Ostregas. Toad was determined to make a good impression on this important figure, if for no other reason than out of respect.

Toad wasn't sure if Miriam wanted questions answered or some other specific thing. Perhaps she was just scoping things out.