Neverwinter Forest let's leave my truck in the drive

the weight of lacking support does not last long. like when he collected the antler for his to-be doewife, a stranger comes upon him in his deerstalking.

again, he is grateful...though her presence might seek to complicate things. this corpse he needed to keep for himself, to take to the spine that bordered the forest for the moonqueen and mother of his to-be doewife to skin for him.

or at least show him how to.

though part of rhaegal wanted to cross that bridge when he got there; he hesitated.

nae as long as you dinnae mind takin' what you want from the belly, rhaegal broaches. i need the skin for my intended. voice pitched low; quiet.