Neverwinter Forest Scratch scratches, fire starts with matches

Her eyes remained on Harlyn even as the pair of females began navigating Neverwinter. Sialuk appreciated exotic wolves, probably more than she appreciated anything else in the world—while she didn't have a mind for history herself, she loved to hear the rich tales of others. Harlyn's story positively asked to be told, if not because of her Celtic origins, then because she had crossed the sea.

"Surely your ancestors didn't swim?" Sialuk asked in a tone laced with hunger for knowledge. To cross the sea must be a great feat. The warshaman didn't even thing that a shaman's spirit guide couls gove them the ability to do so, even if they were a strong sea creature. It was known that a shaman could take aspects of their spirit guide to strengthen themselves—Sialuk believed herself to be a fiercer fighter when channeling hers—but to swim across the ocean? It would take a great spirit indeed.