Neverwinter Forest guide me to shelter

trade: spiritualist

and when he gazed upon her, it was as if she had sent down a star. one of her children, travelling to him. emerging from the treeline, her thick, pale coat looking almost like a sliver of the moon herself. a warmth filled him, then. a reassurance that perhaps the máni still cared for him after all. he nodded at her words.

yes. he said. he looked back to the sky, then. a wave of admiration shone within his embers. i am of tunglbörn. we call her máni, rökkur took a breath, then, careful, relishing under the light that shone upon him. she is both our goddess and our mother. a benevolence, a gift, that only she could provide.

the shadow looked to her, then, and judging by the strength of sólhárr's scent upon her, he gathered that this wolf was likely his wife-to-be. she calls to you as well, he said, a knowing nod accompanying his words. i can see it within you.

upon you, too, he wanted to say. gifted with a pelt that shared the same brightness of the moon, the stars. he looked back upon the deity, then. humming.