Neverwinter Forest You soon find you have few choices

sólhárr watched as the quiet resolve settled into luhtar’s gaze, seeing in him the echoes of a shared purpose, of kin not by blood but by fate. as the younger wolf stepped closer, sólhárr pressed his forehead to luhtar’s, feeling the weight of the vow hang between them like the ancient roots of their homeland.

bundinn af blóði, reyndur af jörð, he murmured, his voice a reverent whisper that drifted through the trees, ancient words binding them together. the mantra fell from his lips like a promise, a vow spoken to the earth itself. sólhárr lingered for a moment, allowing the strength of their connection to take hold.

he pulled back, his gaze warm but fierce. then stand with me, luhtar, he said, voice steady and resolute. here in forneskja, you will find what you’ve been seeking. the land remembers, and it welcomes you, as do i.

your legacy will rise. just as mine.