Neverwinter Forest Preposterous!

Ice was not unfamiliar to Fable, but few things were by now. He thought sometimes that his real problem must be that he'd seen too much in far too short a time, constantly dragged to and fro by his restless fathers. So much concentrated living had left him a worn, jaded thing, the lines around his eyes far deeper than his years. Ready to retire right out of the cradle. Or so the theory went.

It did make for good stories, at least.

It's hard to choose a favorite, He murmured, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. I've seen mountains cloaked in ice and vast hot stretches of sand - no life around for miles. I've been lost in jungles with ferns taller than any wolf, stranded on islands with colorful birds and strange mismatched creatures. Saw one that looked like a beaver got busy with a duck. Real weird, that.

Easier to name my favorite people I've met, probably, Now his smile turned more genuine. I can already tell you'll be one of them. Why don't you show me your glacier? Fable rose, though he lingered a moment to allow her the opportunity to decline.