Neverwinter Forest Keep the knife close while you sleep.

The stranger spoke the title, and his remaining tattered ear gave a twitch. So, she lived. There was a connection there to a daughter too, and Myrmidon gave a small scoff but said nothing.

The man introduced himself. The bear did not care about being mysterious, but he wasn't sure which name to present — if any at all. With a glance down at that lionine paw pressed against his prize, he answers, Glaukos.

Did he care if he got that tusk back? Not really. Might be interesting to see the look on ol' Moonies face, though.

What're you calling this place, then?