Neverwinter Forest hideout

he chuckled, then, at callyope's words. perhaps it was the idea of a wife that he found funny, or the idea of him courting a woman at all ; or maybe him having his own children. he was not so sure about that, though perhaps his mind would be changed.

unless one determines me a worthy husband, then i do not believe so, he hummed, then, thinking of the forneskjan women. they were admirable, yes, each with their own qualities and such, but he did not find any of them particularly captivating. i do not find myself all too interested in women at all. a shrug of dark shoulders, unbothered.

a thought, though: however, should a paring struggle to concieve, i would be happy to surrogate, if it means they will have the children they wish for. he did not find himself particularly opposed to the idea of having his own, just that he would first have to meet a woman that truly changed his world. perhaps that was too high an expectation.

blood met flames, then. two gazes interlocking. do you and the hárkonungr plan to have children? he hummed. perhaps they would be the only pair to do so, he was not yet aware of any other mates within the pack. i apologise if that is ... invasive.