Neverwinter Forest of weeping willow trees

sólhárr emerged from the shadows like a figure carved from the earth itself, his gaze sharp as it settled on the bounty hunter. the low, commanding call had drawn him swiftly, curiosity tempered by the ever-present vigilance he carried as hárkonungr.

catamaran, he greeted, his voice steady and unhurried, his breath visible in the crisp air as he stepped closer. his head tipped slightly, a brow lifting in silent inquiry as he regarded the other man. you called. what is it?

his gaze flicked briefly to the surrounding area, keen to pick up on anything that might hint at the reason for the summons. sólhárr trusted catamaran’s judgment, but the bounty hunter’s manner carried a hint of unease that did not go unnoticed.

something amiss? he added, his tone calm but laced with curiosity. whatever had drawn the bounty hunter to call for him, sólhárr would face it with the same unyielding resolve he brought to all matters concerning forneskja.