Neverwinter Forest of weeping willow trees

The incredulity was expected; Catamaran was a little incredulous over this choice, himself. He'd had his fair share of one-night dealings, but never an arrangement such as this before. He did not think it would be worth Solharr's while by any means unless he — for some reason — valued Catamaran's personal morale.

"That's what I'm asking for," he replied, understanding that this was a favor he was asking more than a plan he was proposing. But, as he was further questioned, he felt confident answering: "She has a fighting spirit. She will run again."

If she did not — if she had failed to fend him off — she would be dead already.

Though the leader's dubiousness was palpable, he still gave Catamaran leave to keep the girl within their borders. A rare smile twitched to life on the seadog's scarred and weathered lips. "A bounty hunter is accustomed to this," he assured the man. And then, with a dip of his head: "Thank you, hárkonungr."

If he was not detained, he would go at once to find dinner for his prisoner patient.