Neverwinter Forest wash me clean off the land

The bounty hunter echoed a greeting, more sound than word. He was pleased enough to see Solharr looking well, but his ears swiveled uncertainly as Seastorm was brought up. Was she expected to be out on patrols so soon?

"She is still healing," he said cautiously, a slight furrow in his brows. "But she does guard the borders nearest to where we sleep with ferocity."

He wondered if Callyope had yet been to see the girl. Surely if she had, she would have reported the state of her to her husband? He hoped it would be soon; he was beginning to worry, and if Callyope had more to offer her, he believed she must need it.

"It frustrates her to be so immobile," he went on, his tone still bland. "She takes it out on me."

As evidenced by the scabbing wounds that littered his face in varying stages of healing.