Neverwinter Forest About how all her bones are broken

solhárr listened intently, the weight of her words sinking deep into the marrow of his understanding. her voice carried conviction, a steady drumbeat of purpose that resonated with his own vision for forneskja. he stood silent for a moment, as if to honor the oath she had laid before him.

your gods chose well, he said finally, his voice a low rumble that softened at the edges. drákensvágr has forged a strong hand and a steady heart in you. forneskja will be better for it.

amber eyes met lavender as he dipped his head, an acknowledgment of her pledge and the trust placed between them. we are bound by purpose, írúna. may the gods guide us both.

he shifted slightly, his posture signaling the end of their meeting but leaving no doubt of his approval. come, he said, his voice a quiet invitation as he turned toward the path that led deeper into forneskja's domain. your steps are ours now.