Neverwinter Forest of weeping willow trees

The hárkonungr appeared, calm and inquisitive as he had been the last time he and Catamaran had met. Coral eyes raked over his pelt in search of change, but the leader appeared unharmed and in peak health.

"Not as such," he replied, believing this to be true even if he could think of several things that were "amiss". None of them needed Solharr's personal, direct attention, however. He would allow hárkonungr to decide for himself whether his intervention was necessary. If he was directed at once to go and roust the cuckoo bird from their nest, he would do so at once.

"I met a woman," he said without preamble. "A warrior-girl with a broken leg. I want her to stay here and recover." His posture was still deferential. He disliked the way it forced him to look up at Solharr instead of head-on, but he understood at least this much about his place here.

"The rest of Forneskja would feel no lack," he offered. "Hún myndi borða af disknum mínum."