Neverwinter Forest Each morn we are born again

solhárr’s gaze held steady, the weight of her words filling the space between them. he saw the conviction in her, the quiet strength that radiated through her voice, her stance, her very presence. it was a strength he respected—a strength he knew forneskja would need.

then you will heal, he said simply, the words both a statement and a promise.

there was no grand ceremony in his tone, only a quiet assurance that her place was here, beneath the watchful eyes of the gods and the steadfast guardianship of forneskja. his tail gave a faint sway, the smallest sign of his approval, as his amber gaze remained fixed on her.

welcome to forneskja, he said, his voice low but warm, carrying the weight of his title and the sincerity of his welcome. he stepped aside, the gesture subtle but clear—a chieftain making room for another to join the fold.