Neverwinter Forest my undoing, oh my love,

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he shifted into place behind her, his broad frame a steadfast wall against the cool air of their den. the boar furs, warmed by her touch, pressed against his shoulders as he let her drape herself over him. the weight of her was grounding, comforting. with a sigh, he leaned back, his head finding the solid surface of the cavern walls, eyes half-lidded as he took in her presence.

her words stirred something within him, but he did not reply at first. instead, his gaze wandered to the dim light filtering in, casting faint patterns upon the walls. only when the silence grew, stretching thin, did he let his voice slip free.

the lake, he began, his tone low and contemplative. i met a man, kigipigak, spoke of it. his words hung there for a moment, heavy in the quiet of the night. he said it was cursed. what do you know of such things, call-yope?

his eyes turned to her then, studying her expression with a mix of curiosity and concern. her wisdom often outpaced his own, and in matters of the unseen, the spiritual, he found himself leaning on her insight.