Neverwinter Forest About how all her bones are broken

the scent of her was foreign—salt, unfamiliar earth, and something else, something untamed. sólhárr stepped into the clearing where the stranger stood, his towering form casting a shadow across the mossy forest floor. his amber eyes, bright as flame, fixed upon her with measured intensity.

farandi, he called to her in his deep, steady voice. the norse word for wanderer rolled off his tongue, weighty and deliberate. he paused, his posture unyielding, though not overtly hostile. what do you seek?

his gaze swept over her, noting the thick coat and the distant look in her lavender eyes. this woman was out of place in forneskja’s heart. his words carried neither scorn nor welcome, only the firm curiosity of a hárkonungr protecting his land. he awaited her answer, the silence between them filled only by the rustling of leaves above.