Neverwinter Forest About how all her bones are broken

Íruna stood tall under his guiding gaze. She let his words settle, the weight of his acceptance grounding her in this unfamiliar place. At his question, she inclined her head slightly, a gesture both respectful and deliberate.

“I am Íruna,” she said, vox steady and clear. “Of Drákensvágr, where the sea and stone shape those who call it home. I am a shieldmaiden, trained to protect, and a healer, called to mend. The gods have guided my hands through both battle and care.”

Her gaze softened, though her tone remained firm. “You say your forest welcomes those with purpose. My purpose is this: I tend to the broken, provide council to the strong, and fight when my hymn commands it.”

Her head dips, a vow of solemn respect. With that movement, Íruna placed her faith in this Hárkonungr. "My Gods and I will serve you and your people's, Sólhárr."