Neverwinter Forest (cloud) come shove it, shove it, shove it

The focus with which Rokkur... did whatever he was doing... left Catamaran feeling a little out-of-place. He wondered if he'd interrupted a fervent prayer, but instead, found that this was (allegedly) the gods calling on Rokkur rather than the other way around. Though he gave few signs of it, Catamaran was dubious. He looked around when prompted, and decided that this area did look a little more vibrant than other parts of the forest. That made sense; there was a break in the otherwise impenetrable canopy.

The bounty hunter assumed that this had been here long before Solharr and Rokkur had moved in. That, perhaps, lightning had struck a tree here, long ago, and left a dead space for the sun to shine through. If it was the work of the gods, they'd needed no help from wolves to accomplish it, nor to tend it in the aftermath.

"I am open to understanding," Catamaran replied; this diplomacy cost him nothing, even if he felt Rokkur would be better served with a harsh dose of reality. If Rokkur wanted to celebrate the moon, there was likely very little Catamaran could do to change his mind. "How did you come to know this?" he asked, genuinely curious. "About this glade."