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

sólhárr's eyes narrowed as she spoke, but the hum that followed wasn’t unkind—it was thoughtful, a sound that rolled deep from his chest. stories and songs, he repeated, his gaze steady, weighing her words as if trying to measure their worth. a different kind of strength, then.

he took a step closer, circling her briefly, though his movements were neither predatory nor rushed. his gaze lingered on the maimed limb before flicking back to her face. this is good, pangur, he murmured, voice even. to teach and to learn—that is the way of forneskja. i am sólhárr, hárkonungr.

he paused, considering her for a moment longer. we’ll see if the gods have truly blessed your luck, he said, a note of challenge lacing his tone, though his words were not cruel. rest here for now. we’ll see where your efforts take you, singer.