Neverwinter Forest No one ever told me grief felt like fear

He wished he'd found more in his previous adventures. With his free time, he was left dwelling on what wasn't found, and so he patrolled and fixed what markings the storm chewed away at. It was monotonous, but it kept him from getting into too much trouble.

The howl drew his attention, it was just ahead, so wouldn't take him long to arrive on the scene. A man was waiting. If Mal had met him in passing, he didn't remember now. It was a figment of a memory of a time he was happy to not revisit for many reasons. He was a stranger. You've arrived at Neverwinter Forest -- I'm Mal, what brings you past? Despite how he might have felt as of late, he was presentable here. The dark clouds that followed him would only be visible to those who knew him.