Neverwinter Forest Keep the knife close while you sleep.

the auburn male quirked a brow at the mention of a witch, his thoughts drifting briefly to the moonwoman. he regarded the stranger with a flicker of curiosity, his gaze sharp as he let the silence settle between them.

moonwoman? he asked, tone low, almost testing. the hint of a smirk ghosted over his muzzle as he added, my wife is to be her daughter. the statement hung heavy in the air, an unspoken warning wrapped within the words. sólhárr’s eyes traced back to the boar’s tooth, a small glint of intrigue sparking as he watched it settle at his paws.

with a slow, deliberate motion, he placed a paw over the tooth, feeling the rough edge press against his pads. sly man, he thought, studying the stranger with a mix of suspicion and faint amusement. there was a cunning to him, a willingness to tread dangerous paths and claim what wasn’t freely given.

i am sólhárr. you?