Neverwinter Forest follow the beat of another conundrum

When nothing morphed out of the dark, dense wood, Mordecai began to move on. But he didn't get too much further before a voice spoke out from those depths. He bristled instinctively, ears falling flat against the curve of his head as he picked clean through the wood. He found her shape etched against distinct foliage, though it really obscured her as well. He couldn't tell what exactly he had found other than the fact it was canine; his instinct slid into the notion of survival.

Letting his lips pull back from his teeth, he wordlessly warned her over her choice of words, and did not move to come closer. Nor did he back down either, even if she was really the most dangerous thing of the forest he was going to encounter, there was a particular headstrong trait in all Ostregas. “You may want to choose your next words carefully then,” he spoke, but gently. Maybe she was simply a mythic being conjured up by forces unknown, but those beings were things Mordecai did not have a grasp of knowing. If they existed, anyway.