Neverwinter Forest He's always playing with a light

Fig had never really been one for profanity, in spite of being raised by the woman he called mother. It had never bothered him to hear it, but he preferred not to use it himself. Still, he had an appreciation for the cleverness of some terms, such as douche-canoe (or non-douche-canoe in this case). He would never have come up with something like that on his own. He gave an appreciative chuckle.

"I like to think the odds are in our favor," the Redhawk concluded. Fenn hadn't been too forthcoming about any specific goals they had in mind for where they were looking to settle and it only then occurred to him to ask. The where had never meant as much to him as the who. He didn't often become attached to places so much as the loved ones he lived there with. Still, he found himself curious.

"Did you guys have anywhere in mind you'd like to settle?" he asked, "I'm assuming Fennec would like a pitch black, haunted forest of some sort, but I guess I'm hoping maybe you've tried to curb that impulse."