Neverwinter Forest In the Woods Somewhere

sólhárr moved quietly through the dense woods, his gaze sharp as he caught the faintest scent of another—a stranger, small and unfamiliar, settling themselves within the heart of forneskja’s sacred grounds. he advanced with the silent precision of one accustomed to guarding his borders, his steps careful yet purposeful as he closed the distance.

through the intertwining branches, he glimpsed a figure curled beneath the trees, delicate and worn, their frame so slight it seemed almost part of the earth itself. sólhárr paused, taking in the sight of them nestled against the roots, like something that belonged to the forest yet foreign in its presence. with measured intent, he allowed himself to step forward, announcing himself with the quiet rustle of his approach.

you’re far from any familiar ground, he spoke, voice low but steady, a gentle weight in each word. he could see the tiredness in the set of their limbs, the faint shiver beneath their fur. this is forneskja, and i am sólhárr. he kept his tone even, though his gaze remained fixed, assessing.

who are you, then, to rest here so freely? he asked, his words more curiosity than threat, watching closely as he waited for their response.