Neverwinter Forest Keep the knife close while you sleep.

his eyes narrowed as he watched the stranger dig, his posture tense with barely concealed skepticism. this one had stepped onto his land without a name, a shadowed intent wrapped in few words and silent pauses. though he seemed focused on the soil beneath his paws..

he held his place nearby, gaze sharp and unyielding, scrutinizing each movement. the stranger’s build, his steady paws, the subtle glances he cast toward sólhárr—all of it spoke to a man not here by accident. this wasn’t merely about uncovering something lost; it was an unspoken challenge.

sólhárr kept his silence, allowing the weight of his presence to linger, a wordless warning. he didn’t know this man’s name, and perhaps he didn’t care to know it. names were earned, as was trust, and neither had yet been offered. so he stood watch, unrelenting and unmoving, eyes cold as stone, prepared to see what would truly surface from this man’s purpose.