Neverwinter Forest guide me to shelter

trade: spiritualist

then your mother must be hennar afrit. you are lucky. a firm nod of his head, then. to him, his words were fact; nothing more than speaking of his own bodily functions. his drinking, his eating. religion came as easily as consumption.

another nod, but this time it was softer, almost solemn, when he spoke: my own birth was an offering to her, rökkur hummed. his tone carried a trace of regret. tunglspíra is where i and the others of our pack were born. the tallest peak in the mountain range, therefore closest to the moon. to their lady. their goddess.

altars, not so much. she watches our life and our death; it is our souls that strengthen her, not our gifts. she does not care for such mortal possessions. only that she was joined by her warriors in the afterlife.

he looks over to her, then. knowing. ears twitching. do you follow her? but the lack of the north-speak upon her tongue made him weary. not the máni, i will assume. but another of her manifestations? she touched upon every place her light could reach. so, surely, he and his people were not the only one to celebrate her.

a thoughtful glance, then.