Neverwinter Forest spire bound

She followed after him, though remaining behind by a few steps. Reluctant, tense.

I speak to Luhtar, Rokkur. She recounted each event in her mind, one far more pleasant than the other. Things are fine. Not good, nor bad. But she was okay. Her itch to continue her search had not left, yet she was getting better at ignoring it.

Forneskja was her home now. They would find her if she stayed put.

She had grown more comfortable hunting, particularly alongside other's. It had become a cathartic experience, rather than merely a task necessary to her survival.