Neverwinter Forest follow the beat of another conundrum

Her guise seemed to crack when she smiled, and the beat of silence that proceeded her revealing who she really was seemed fitting. Mordecai eased considerably as she explained that she was no hag of the wood, but in fact just lost. He huffed, amused, shaking his head at his own temperament of being gruff with her. It had been par for course when it came to a fair bunch of the females he had encountered in the Wilds; they all seemed to have some playful exuberance beneath whatever persona they wanted to adopt. It was amusing, and one he often played with himself in their company.

So to her question, he smiled wanly. “Naturally,” because in some regard, he probably could have made a decent big bad wolf. “I'm Mordecai, and I live near here. But I'm not coming through to get rid of you at least.” He hoped in a small way that she would take that as his reasoning for being less than polite towards her, though it didn't seemed she fussed over his initial responses.