Neverwinter Forest wash me clean off the land

sólhárr watched the bounty hunter rise, his steady gaze assessing catamaran’s composure. the man was sturdy, determined—a good match for the forest's demands. his victory in the spar had been well-earned, and sólhárr nodded, a rare flicker of approval crossing his rugged features.

you'll be a guard, sólhárr said simply, his voice firm. watch the borders. protect the forest. and her, he added with a slight emphasis, his meaning clear. seastorm’s wellbeing was as much a priority as the pack's safety.

the hárkonungr’s golden eyes lingered on catamaran for a beat longer, his expression thoughtful. it suits him well.

a faint smirk ghosted across his muzzle. don’t let her chew through too many trees, eh?

he gave a short, approving nod before stepping back, ready to leave the bounty hunter to settle into his new role. you’ll do well, catamaran. the forest will come to know you as its shield.

exit sólhárr