Neverwinter Forest qitiġusianikpata

Dripping from head to toe, Kannoyak watched the surface of the lake with an expectant gaze. Ariadne did not emerge. His eyes narrowed on the water, searching for the telltale colors that would signal her rise to the top. It did not happen.

Head tilted, the cotton grass man shuffled on his feet. The confusion he wore was shifting, swirling together with a strong wave of worry. A low whine escaped his mouth. If Ariadne was playing a prank, Kannoyak was not amused by it. His tall white ears flattened to his head. The waters looked peaceful, serene.

Ariadne had still not surfaced.