Neverwinter Forest a glimpse of the other world (wizard’s tower)

The language she spoke wasn't one he'd ever heard. He was struck by its unfamiliar beauty, keeping himself from leaning in. Not in a billion lifetimes could he have managed to ask could you repeat that? with a charming, winning smile - so, with a resigned hunch of his shoulders, he let the word dissolve from his memory like cotton candy on a tongue.

Everything about her suggested an otherworldliness that both repelled and beguiled him.

I'm Abraham. Everyone calls me Abe.

He tilted his head, bracing himself for his own question.

Do you have gods you pray to, in your village? He always found time to be curious about what other people saw when they looked at the sky, at the world around them.