Neverwinter Forest hideout

trade: spiritualist

an appreciation of his philosophy was always accepted. her eyes lingered on the bones, and he grew curious as to what she would make of them. did she see something different? if so, what was it? she redirected the conversation, then, and he remained quiet. merely attentive, listening to her words ; she spoke of forneskja.

yes, he replied, his voice similarly low, as if they were only speaking to the bones themselves. all those who gather within these woods, they are all unique. all different, in both their past and their present. but i believe our future will be that of one. a community in which we work in sync with each other.

and again, his eyes would flit to hers. do you see something different, seiðkona? curious, almost weary. he wondered if the máni would show them benevolence during the winter, or if this was a year of tests, of trials ; hardships, losses.