Neverwinter Forest they say truth is the first causality of war

she was reminded of home and that she would return there. her body- expression reflected how the concept pressed on her.

galana recovered instantly, ears tilting forward even more so at his mention of the native herd. her interest was piqued, tail stirring the foliage as questions were waiting at her tongue.

❝can you take one of those things down by yourself?❞ surely he could, with his size?

naivety would only be eased with answers. raventhorpe and its whereabouts were tuned out as she gave a sweeping gaze around her. a herd big enough to frighten one with a stampede. she couldn't decide it if it excited or scared her.