Neverwinter Forest Monza

The panther startled himself with another laugh.

"No — I think you are right to be wary of princes," he told her, only halfway joking. A smile lingered on his dark muzzle, but he meant it when he went on: "I never trusted the one my sister took up with — not that he hung around long enough to get to know."

His nostrils flared and twitched.

"I would much rather hear about Brecheliant," he said, still earnest. "I will certainly share whatever information necessary in exchange. My deeds of daring do are hardly Arthurian — but I'm sure I have a thrilling tale or two that might earn me your favor. But only if said favor is necessary to get a story out of you."