Neverwinter Forest warden

sounds good! this can be my last post in this thread. <3

your soul is old, ingram.

yes, he thinks with a low hum of affirmation; a haunting noise that dances in his ears alone from his ancestors. yes. the acknowledgment resounds within him like the low, heady thrum of a wardrum. he is himself ...but he is more, too.

his heart sprints within his chest as the wall of ancestors; haunting will-o-wisps lurch forward; hissing words that threaten drown out trikova's own. but her command takes root and guides him back to the realm of the living.

ingram's head spins and bile creeps up his throat and he lurches away from her to throw up; emptying his stomach of its contents. his body shudders and he feels the strength rapidly siphoning from his muscles, his head and tongue heavy.

he desires rest — would love nothing more than to collapse into a heap and sleep away the remaining vestiges of high — but looks to trikova for approval beforehand.

when she gave it ( be it here or elsewhere ) he would do just as he envisioned: curl upon the ground and fall into a peaceful slumber until he awoke.