Neverwinter Forest Monza

It was a sadder tale than he'd hoped, though of course, these things were not rare happenings in the world. Everyone died, and Dutch no more believed that the forest was to blame than he blamed the supposed magic the girl spoke of. Perhaps it did exist there, but he was not afraid of it killing him. There were so many other ways to die.

"Not yet," he replied, his smile just a little sad. "What other worlds have you seen with this magic? Perhaps there is something there that can raise the hair on my spine?"

Yet he wondered if this was something the girl had made up, or if it was something that was truly passed down generation to generation in their family. Perhaps if he had more proof that the whole sect of these wolves shared these beliefs, he might start to get nervous.

"I think I should like to see this forest," he told her, not boastful or incredulous so much as he was thoughtful. "And to feel the strange magics there. There is a place like this on the glacier. A place where a very lively spirit was laid to rest."

He thought of Kukutux's sad, distant eyes.