Neverwinter Forest Keep the knife close while you sleep.

sólhárr inclined his head, a subtle nod that acknowledged glaukos’s truth. of course they needed men like him. soldiers, strong and skilled, were the backbone of any land, and sólhárr understood their worth well. glaukos would find purpose here if he chose it; forneskja was no stranger to strength.

a man with your skill finds purpose wherever he stands. he replied, his tone steady, eyes meeting glaukos’s challenging stare without flinching

he paused, letting the weight of his words sink in, before adding with a faint glint of humor, a wife can be taken if you ever choose it.

sólhárr’s gaze held a flicker of amusement as he regarded the man, knowing that even those who resist ties can sometimes find themselves bound by them, in time. just not mine.