Neverwinter Forest the way in which i walk

Up closer, she seemed like a pretty young thing. But looks were often deceiving, as Mordecai had come to learn. She was youthful though, carried herself with a certain air of femininity and politeness that he had come to regard about many of the female persuasion of the Wilds. There were always exceptions to the rule though, so in reality it was truly rather varied. Her commentary about his hunt caught him off-guard at first, but a cursory glance at memory reminded him that he had yet to clean himself of the gains from it. He flashed her a parting smile, by then his pace slowed to a stop lingering distantly out of courtesy.

“It was fair enough,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders. There had been just enough challenge to keep him interested, and catching the hare had been purely out of sport than hunger. Though his hunger was sated now. “What brings you out here?” There was a note of authority in his voice that had been absent meetings ago with other creatures; Mordecai did not notice the questioning tone of his own voice. She lingered near to the Spine, but not too close. A respectable distance, but one that he would nonetheless pursue for curiosities' sake. The overgrowth of the forest had long been their extended hunting grounds as the Spine and as the Mountain from seasons past.