Neverwinter Forest where the moon sets

trade: spiritualist

he had been right. it was wisdom he sought, and so he had come to the man of faith. the lorekeeper. the sögumaðr. and rökkur would nod his head, accepting, patient. a reading was what he yearned for, and so a reading was what he would receive. he spoke of his path, his wife. the trú-maður was compelled to deliver.

it is the moon of bogmaður, he begun, closing his eyes, letting his belief flow through him like water. accepting the spirits and the guidance that his ancestors had delivered. the teachings of his people. his mother. the archer. he is telling you to hold on to your ambitions. he speaks of a long journey, of optimism.

and the máni; she hides a quarter of her face, he looked up, then, eyes now open. waning gibbous above of them. she warns you of moving forwards too brashly. consider your past when making decisions. learn from your experiences and use them to better yourself: do not make the same mistake twice. his gaze returned to the king.

a knowing glow hid behind his eyes, wise and distant. beyond their plane. but she also whispers of the end of a period. new growth. a new cycle. she is urging you to continue fighting. to push forwards through the rough periods, though not without care and precision. ambition is something that she also speaks of, akin to her son. a nod.

and it seemed, then, that he returned to the present. to the grove. i hope this reading comes of use to you, he said, then. a careful blink, compassionate and loyal. always available for questions, for guidance. do you seek anything further?