Neverwinter Forest You soon find you have few choices

sólhárr nodded at her name, a quiet acknowledgment, before turning to lead her deeper into the heart of his land. as they moved, he kept his steps measured, matching her pace, allowing her eyes to take in each small wonder.

the land was vast, with gentle, rolling hills that rose toward the sky, painted in golden hues by the soft, slanting light of day. he led her through a thicket where the leaves whispered secrets, toward the ridge where the wind spoke of storms, and then through fields of tall grasses that brushed against their legs like old friends.

they soon came upon the hometree, an ancient oak towering above them, its roots twisting deep into the earth and branches stretching far above, thick with age and wisdom. he paused there, letting her feel the presence of this sacred symbol. the air around it was thick with reverence, as if generations had come here to find strength and purpose. it was their bond to something greater, something that held them all together. sólhrárr let her absorb it, hoping she’d feel that grounding peace within her.

finally, he brought her to the dens nestled beneath a rocky outcrop. the entrance was marked by subtle signs of his handiwork: sturdy walls, smooth paths, shelters made with his own paws. he’d dug each one with care, knowing they would offer warmth and safety to those who chose to stay. he glanced back at her, a quiet pride in his eyes.

here, under the shadow of their home and close to the heartbeat of the land, sólhárr paused, allowing her to take in the choice before her. there was no need for words—here was a place to rest, a place to belong.