Neverwinter Forest but i got my grip on the devil's horns

moonsong.

she thinks on this now too and dreams of the glacier in the moments between his words. the silence that overcame him was too heavy, she thought. but how did she pick it up and hold it for him?

you have done me a favor, coming and speaking words of her to me. her eyes were warm through the grief. will you visit this place often? it would welcome you.