Nocturne Summit the darkness shines in my days

Antares had not often spend lengthy spans of time here, but enjoyed what he did know so far. The show of the fall colors were a bit bolder here than on evergreen-dominated Moonspear at least. He could take a moment to appreciate that while here.

That name, presumably a title for him, was not like any Antares knew so while he was in no rush to try to pronounce it, it would be easy to remember. He had a distinct enough look about him to match, too, the Ostrega had taken the time to notice. Not in the same way the youths he had met had been, either. Moonspear. he answered readily with the Neverwinter matter already out front, and them on equal footing there. Are you a scout? he asked, trying to approach the question of why he had traveled from the pine forest as vaguely as he could. He was further away from home than the Ostrega was so he would start there, with duty as cause.