Neverwinter Forest of weeping willow trees

the man's confidence in the girl’s recovery was noted, but sólhárr's skepticism lingered like a shadow. still, he trusted catamaran’s instincts enough to grant him this request—for now.

what does she look like? sólhárr asked after a pause, his tone calm, though there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. if she is to stay within forneskja, i will find her in my own time. his words carried no threat, only the quiet authority of a leader who intended to see for himself what kind of wolf had been brought into his fold.

his gaze softened slightly as catamaran dipped his head in gratitude, the faintest sign of approval crossing his features. you’re welcome, catamaran. see that she earns her place here. with that, he stepped back, giving the bounty hunter leave to tend to his charge, though sólhárr’s thoughts lingered on the girl with the fighting spirit. he would see soon enough if she truly had the strength to belong.

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