Neverwinter Forest get on up again,

sólhárr’s pace did not falter as luhtar spoke, though the faintest flicker of amusement danced across his coral eyes. the boy was sharp, certainly—blunt and restless, like a blade that had yet to be tempered. he held the storm of the north within him, and sólhárr saw in him both promise and an impatience that could cut both ways.

you are not wrong to question, sólhárr began, his voice calm yet firm, carrying the weight of his years and experience. the quiet can feel deceptive. it can make you uneasy, restless, like it is trying to lull you into complacency. but it is not weakness to embrace peace when it comes. it is wisdom.

his gaze shifted to the young wolf, his steps deliberate as he led them deeper into the forest. you think us foolish, perhaps, for walking this land without fear of what lies beyond the trees. he let the words settle, a soft hum in the cool air. but we are not blind to what may come. peace does not mean we are unprepared.

sólhárr glanced back at luhtar then, his expression unreadable but not unkind. strength from patience, yes. and strength from knowing when to act. there is balance in this, luhtar. not all battles are fought with teeth and claws. some are won before they ever begin.

a pause, and then a faint, knowing smile touched his lips. as for your paranoia… he tipped his head toward the boy. you're not your father. you know this.