Neverwinter Forest where the moon sets

sólhárr's gaze lingered on the tunglhjarta as he stepped closer, the glow of the moonflowers casting soft light upon the sacred stone. the air here felt heavier, charged with an energy that seemed to come alive under the watchful eye of the máni. his amber eyes shifted to meet rökkur’s, their depths alight with quiet reverence.

rökkur, he began, his voice low and steady, each word carefully measured. the máni watches us tonight, her light stronger than most. i seek her wisdom.

he tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable but not unkind. i wish for a reading, here, beneath her light. something to guide me, to tell me what path i must tread next. the forest speaks, but i cannot always hear its words. perhaps the gods will offer clarity where i cannot find it.

his gaze softened, a rare vulnerability slipping through his usual stoicism. my wife builds her circle, and i feel the gods’ threads weaving through her hands. i wonder if they have guidance for me as well—something i must do to ensure their favor, for her, for our people.

he stepped back, nodding to the stone. will you call upon them, rökkur? will you ask the máni to show us what is hidden?