Neverwinter Forest strange activities

There was a momentary pang of guilt that seemed to creep into Siv’s heart at the genuine response from the ashen male. He seemed kind enough. After all, he had managed to keep the girl company while her fear ebbed away. He also had found a temporary shelter for the two of them to wait until the rain had ceased its falling. Still, Siv was a storyteller in her heart of hearts. Even more than this, she was an exaggerator. If she caught a fish, it was the size of a mountain lion. If she swam across a river, its length could have rivaled the great Pacific ocean, and if she found herself frightened and alone in the misty woods, in some of the wee hours of the morning, then her name was suddenly Henrietta and she was being hunted by the lurking figure of a mysterious creature. While it was – technically – a false representation of what had occurred when he had found her cowering in the bushes with wide eyes, it was certainly a more interesting tale to be told. After all, it was rare to come across such adventure in the wide open world. He should very well have been grateful for her witty – if not mildly bizarre – companionship, no matter how temporary it was. The coywolf girl listened to his observation with a slight squint to her gaze and a stern nod. “Oh, yes-sir-ee-Bob, I was coming out here to see if the rumors were true. I mean, how many Henriettas do you think there are out there, Nancy? It was like it was fate or some shit,” she answered his first question with a swift nod of her narrow skull and a matter-of-fact expression planted firmly on her features. He seemed to have been catching on quickly to her story, and she felt like she had planted the bait well enough that she could continue for a good while longer before he grew tired of her endless mis-pronunciation of his name and the manner in which she seemed to be dealing with the creature that was supposedly hiding in the tree tops. It was in the last part of his statement that her demeanor seemed to change drastically. His words had struck a strange chord with the girl, and in a matter of seconds, the wide smile that had been imprinted on her features seemed to fade away to a somber and thoughtful frown. The truth was something that she had so actively avoided that when it reared its ugly head, there was always a sobering effect on the Savoy girl. His words had forced her gut to tighten into knots. Her gaze seemed to drift away from his face and instead settled on the fog that was slowly beginning to disappear in the rainfall. Perhaps he was right… she had been running from her dangers for far too long. It was only a matter of time before they finally caught up to her. Shuddering, Siv glanced back to the male with an apologetic expression. “I think I should be going,” she remarked quietly, her ears flattening to her skull.