Neverwinter Forest where the moon sets

trade: spiritualist

he spoke of callyope, his wife, the true anda-talari of forneskja. he nodded at sólhárr's words, a regurgitation of what rökkur had interpreted. his counsel was well taken, the king confirmed, and so the sögumaðr dipped his head: i am glad to be of service.

and he was right. the gods did not pertain to their conflicts, but mortals could make peace amongst themselves with the infinite wisdoms as their catalyst for change. i believe it so. the faith-man agreed. and he watched as the king moved away, satisfied with his reading. a quiet nod, before he, too, would turn back to the heart.

fade!