Neverwinter Forest they say truth is the first causality of war

oh, he was even scarier to her up close. nonetheless, she offered the slightest smile she could manage as he spoke. he seemed kind enough, speaking to her with a gentleness it seemed. 

❝galana, i'm from moonglow.❞ the girl steadied her breath and attempted to the same with her worries.

she glanced behind her at his question, pausing for a moment until she looked back to him.

❝trying to at least.❞ larger game was out of the question for her size and build at the moment.

perhaps she would grow from it?

❝ravensthorpe, where is that?❞ she hoped it was an appropriate question. 

she simply wondered how far he’d roamed as well. could others feel as she did?