Neverwinter Forest they say truth is the first causality of war

a greeting was offered her direction, hostility seeming void from the interaction so far. galana straightened herself out and cleared her throat. she wasn't sure she could recover from the embarrassment of the diffidence she'd previously displayed, he'd definitely seen it.

❝hello.❞ the girl returned, taking a few steps towards the man to ease the awkward distance.

he smelled different that those of moonspear or moontide, which confused her idea of them being the nearest inhabitants of the area.