Neverwinter Forest get on up again,

sólhárr’s steps slowed in turn, his fiery gaze lifting to the towering canopy above, where beams of dappled light danced among the branches. he took in the stillness of the forest, broken only by the whisper of the wind and the faint rustle of leaves, as if the woodland itself breathed with them.

these trees, he began, his voice low, reverent, are the guardians of forneskja. their roots run deep, connecting us to the earth. their boughs reach for the sky, touching the heavens. they are more than trees, luhtar. they are witnesses.

he let his eyes drift back to luhtar, the weight of his words measured. they have seen countless seasons, storms, and stillness. they hold the memories of those who came before us—the wolves who first walked this forest and spoke to the spirits. they are the ones who taught us how to listen.

a pause, the faint sound of a bird’s call filling the quiet. the spirits linger here, sólhárr continued, his tone growing softer. they speak, though not always in words. they weave their whispers through the wind, the creak of branches, the sway of leaves. they remind us of our fortune, of the balance we must maintain. the woods give, but they also take. it is our duty to honor them.

he gestured with a subtle tilt of his muzzle to a particularly ancient tree, its trunk wide and scarred with age. there is a story, he said, stepping closer to the towering giant, of a wolf who sought to claim this forest as his own. he was strong, prideful, and believed himself above the spirits. but the trees did not bow to him. they stood tall, unyielding, and in their defiance, the spirits sent the winds to strip him of his arrogance. he left, humbled, never to return.

turning back to luhtar, sólhárr’s gaze was steady, his voice firm but not unkind. forneskja is not ours to take. it is ours to protect. and in doing so, we honor the spirits, the guardians, and the wolves who came before.

he let the silence settle between them, a moment for reflection, before asking quietly, can you hear them, luhtar? the trees, the spirits—they speak. you need only listen.