Neverwinter Forest All that we are and all that we have ever been

A figure in the distance, quite quick to close it, Pangur straightened up much she could, the injured limb still hiked up and dripping onto the grass below. Hallo! She'd greet him with a light expression, nice smile that masked the severity of the pain this messy thing was bringing her. She was rather undeterred by the authoritative swagger of the giant man that sauntered closer, and scolded her for bleeding on his soil. Yes, I bleed here. Soon you will have pretty flowers come to suck it all up. Say a thank you, Pangur makes all things pretty. She at least seemed amused with herself. Round ears swivel forward, full attention, just for you.

I bring whatever business you need, not wanderer. She'd echo with a lilt of her head, toothy grin unsheathed No bad kind. You call this place Forneskja? I come to seek aid, I think you see what for. I can provide whatever it is you need, Pangur is lucky, see? I bring luck here.

The red continued to drip, drip, drip.