Neverwinter Forest wash me clean off the land

solhárr appeared through the undergrowth like a shadow, his broad frame moving with purpose yet marked by a calm composure. the low bark guided him to catamaran, and his ears swiveled toward the bounty hunter as he approached. his gaze was steady, a flicker of curiosity and intent shining through the morning's cool light.

catamaran, he greeted, his voice a deep rumble, laced with familiarity. he did not waste time on pleasantries, not with what lingered at the forefront of his mind. how is seastorm? i’ve not seen her at the borders.

his brow quirked slightly, though his expression remained neutral, save for the faintest edge of concern behind his words. the hárkonungr, ever observant, noted the restlessness in catamaran's stance but didn’t address it yet, his focus instead on the young girl under his care. she has been adjusting?

the question lingered like the cool mist that hung in the forest air. solhárr was not one to pry unnecessarily, but it was clear he sought to understand more—of both the girl and the man standing before him. their scents entangled— something was amiss.