Neverwinter Forest come shove the sun aside

trade: counselor

you're right, it's a plant, he smiled, then, nodding slowly, encouragingly. a gesture is a nice way to put it. a soft tone, almost lilting in the same way that the flowers did when a breeze flowed through the canopy, navigating through thick trunks.

and when she apologised, rökkur shook his head. do not apologise for your tears, eydís. you may not be able to shape your words, or you may not want to form them at all, but it is your tears that tell me what i need to know. careful. a murmur.

perhaps it is your exhaustion that has triggered this, he explained, then. have you been struggling with sleep, eydís? a tone like trying to navigate a minefield.