Neverwinter Forest sikuruk

The day came that he descended from the ice to venture in the lowlands, through the adjoining forest. It was here he stood out the most, between the many shades of autumn. The man listened as the wind drew its way through the trees and made them whisper. He was reminded of the ocean's own sound—until a shriek high in the trees gave him pause. A raven sat there, croaking, watching him from a vantage point he could not spy.

The trader paused long enough to taste the wind and began to move on. Had he been a spiritual sort, the pause would have been long enough for a silent prayer. Kilgitsuk was not. He waited for the bird to grow bored of its warnings, and when silence resumed so did his wandering.