Neverwinter Forest Keep the knife close while you sleep.

The dirt gave way. The world was tilting towards winter and yes, that meant the soil was harder to work with, but he wasn't bothered. Soon enough a small crater had been excavated; there was nothing at this depth, though. Some stones, some thin roots now cut to pieces, but not the prize he said he was after.

The giant chose another spot near the base of the tree, and began again. And then a third time. While the growth had survived this long after the fall of Moonspear it might not handle being summarily uprooted by the bear-man.

Myrmidon wondered after his watcher's patience.