Neverwinter Forest hideout

trade: spiritualist

her face was the first give away before she had even answered his question that she clearly planned on becoming a mother. and rökkur thought that she would make a fine mother, too. many, she had said. the faith-man could envision it already. little snow-and-fire puppies running around the neverwinter. he nodded, then.

i wish you health, seiðkona. and she would be in his prayers, though he would not say it aloud as to not diminish the holiness of such an action. to experience a positive pregnancy and to enjoy motherhood was all that he could ask máni for when it came to callyope's experience. the rest would be provided for by forneskja.

and he considered, then, what his type would be, should he have to choose. if i had a perfect wife, he began, thinking, a hum lacing his voice. she would have to have the same affection for the moon as i do ; similar beliefs at the very least. and i quite like a woman that will bathe with me. a personal enjoyment of his.

if i have my health and my rank, then i wish for her to have health and rank, as well. that is not too high of an expectation, right? curious, then. religious, cleanly and to match his strength and his place. someone that he was similar to. though he liked the snarky flame that some women held onto. he hummed.