Neverwinter Forest Keep the knife close while you sleep.

They had an understanding. More than one, it seemed — but to that last quip, Glaukos merely snorted again and drew back from both the man and the tusk. He carried an indifference which would not change; a sense of, been there, done that. It had not panned out well for him the last time he'd gotten someone pregnant, and he held little capacity for anything else.

Then yes, I would stay. Your forest will be kept with teeth. Even as he said this he was beginning the arduous task of walking away from the situation. He would canvas the landscape, see what had changed - if anything. He'd barely begun when his voice carried over a shoulder: Might want to ask that wife of yours, first. Her mother might hold a different opinion.

And maybe that would be a test for the man Solharr. Would he bend to the whim of his woman, or was he man enough to make his own choices? Glaukos wondered for all of a breath, if that mattered — and knew in the deepest recesses of his heart, that it absolutely did.

Fade?