Neverwinter Forest dannsair sìthiche

sólhárr stood steady, his molten gaze resting on the slight woman before him. her reverence for the woods mirrored his own, though their tongues gave different names to the spirits they revered. he tipped his head, a spark of curiosity lighting his features.

they have many names, he began, his voice a low rumble. disir, nornir, vættir. the spirits here are old, their stories older still. his gaze drifted briefly toward the towering trees surrounding them, as though he felt their presence in the very air.

he returned his focus to her. i am sólhárr, hárkonungr of forneskja. your words hold truth—these spirits are not appeased easily. my seiðkona, his voice softened slightly, a warmth slipping into his tone at the mention of @Callyope, she understands them better than i do. she is close, near heimtré.

he paused, then lifted his muzzle, letting out a short call that echoed through the trees. he knew his seiðkona would hear and come swiftly. lowering his head, he returned his attention to the woman. you seek knowledge and offer skill. we will see if the spirits find favor with you. 

if seiðkona, favors you.