Neverwinter Forest wash me clean off the land

solhárr hummed lowly, the sound vibrating deep in his chest, as if weighing the bounty hunter’s words carefully. his eyes remained steady on catamaran, though a faint flicker of curiosity betrayed his otherwise stoic demeanor. by chewing on our trees? he mused, a hint of dry humor creeping into his voice. i suppose that means she’ll recover well enough, if her spirit’s still intact.

he let his gaze sweep over catamaran now, noting the fresh marks and the subtle way his stance bore the weight of someone who was no stranger to struggle. you’ve the build of a warrior, he remarked evenly, tilting his head slightly. strong, capable.

a pause lingered in the air, the weight of a challenge forming between them. if you’re up for it, i’d like to test that strength. see what you’re made of. there was no malice in his tone—only the calm assertion of a hárkonungr seeking to measure the potential of those under his watch.

he didn’t press further, instead letting the words hang, offering catamaran the chance to accept or decline. the trees around them seemed to lean closer, as if the forest itself awaited his reply