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

sólhárr’s sharp gaze swept over the injured female, narrowing as he appraised her condition. despite the lightness in her tone, the sight of her bleeding limb was enough to spark a flicker of worry in his chest. he stepped closer, his broad frame casting a long shadow over her as he considered her words.

you’re bold, i’ll give you that, he rumbled, his voice low, edged with curiosity. but the faintest thread of concern tempered his tone, softening the rough edges. yes, forneskja. you’ll find no luck without effort here.

his eyes lingered on her injury, calculating, before flicking back to her face. can you hunt? fight? scout? i’ll not offer aid for nothing. the forest thrives because we work for it, and those who join us must do the same.

there was no malice in his words, only the weight of truth, though his gaze remained sharp, searching for any sign of deceit. if you can prove your worth, we’ll see about tending to that leg of yours.