Neverwinter Forest Weeping willow

No, Pan smiled.

The white man was there, just on top of the water. And he swirled like- like he was part of the lake. Aunty was right next to him! She smiled at me. I think they’re friends.

But where had they gone was the better question. The young druid sniffed at the shore of the lake, noting the body of a fish that had been left to rot in the sun. It had the mark of wolf fang in its flesh. Why would a perfectly good fish be left to waste on the edge of its home? While this was troubling, Pan’s attention was more prominently trained on the lake water where he had seen Ariadne.

She go for a swim? he asked the woman beside him.