Neverwinter Forest the wheld

hárkonungr turned as the sound of glaûkos's arrival reached him, the heavy presence of the man unmistakable even before his phlegmy huff punctuated the air. he took a moment to take in the soldier’s form—sturdy, unyielding, exactly the kind of ally he wanted at his side for what he had planned.

glaûkos, he greeted with a nod, his tone steady and weighted. we hunt stag today. something strong—worthy. his pale eyes held a flicker of anticipation, a challenge unspoken as he motioned toward the dense expanse of the forest. come.