Neverwinter Forest spire bound

sólhárr turned, his gaze sharp as it settled on her. the warmth that often lingered in his golden eyes was absent, replaced by something unyielding, resolute. her tone had cut through the air, and he did not let it go unanswered.

it is not comfort you need, eydís, his voice was low, steady, but with an edge that mirrored her own. it is allies. and you will find them here, or you will struggle alone. i rule these lands, and it is not nonsense to remind you of what is needed to thrive within them.

he paused, letting the weight of his words settle before continuing, hunt, then. and hunt well. but remember this—respect is not a weakness, nor is forging bonds.

he turned away without waiting for her reply, leaving her with the weight of his words. if she wished to walk this path alone, he would not stop her, but he would not coddle her either. she had chosen her task. now, it was hers to carry.

exit solharr!