Neverwinter Forest spire bound

sólhárr glanced back at eydís as she followed, her steps hesitant, her tension unspoken but palpable. her reluctance didn’t bother him; it was her nature, and he respected that. yet, her words—simple, measured—left much unsaid.

luhtar and rökkur, he repeated, his tone even as he considered her response. he could see the shift in her since her arrival, subtle but present. fine is a fair start, he remarked, golden eyes catching hers briefly before turning forward again.

after a pause, he asked, his voice carrying curiosity rather than judgment, and what do you think of them?

he wanted more than just facts—more than fine. her perspective mattered, whether she realized it or not. perhaps her words would tell him as much about her as they would about the others.