Neverwinter Forest About how all her bones are broken

sólhárr regarded the woman for a moment longer, his amber-blue eyes narrowing with thought. her conviction was clear, steady as the earth beneath their paws. the gods had whispered her name into his woods, and now she stood before him, resolute.

then you will walk with us, he said, his deep voice steady, carrying the weight of his acceptance. this forest welcomes those who know the gods and who serve them with purpose.

he inclined his head slightly, a gesture of respect and acknowledgment. i am sólhárr, hárkonungr of this place. tell me, what do the gods call you in return?

his gaze held hers, steady and searching, as though seeking the truth of her answer not only in her words but in the way she carried herself. he was a man of faith, but also of judgment, and every new soul in his woods was a thread to weave into the greater tapestry of forneskja.