Neverwinter Forest There once was songbird, struck songless

his gaze steady as he looked down at the girl who introduced herself with a pride that belied her small stature. she carried herself well, a spark of something brighter beneath her youth.

kinusi, he rumbled, the name heavy in his mouth, spoken with deliberate care. his voice, low and steady, filled the space between them like the weight of the forest around them. i am sólhárr. hárkonungr of forneskja. my wife is seiðkona, one of the moondaughters.

he dipped his head slightly, a gesture of respect not often given, but one he deemed appropriate for this moment.

any friend to my wife is welcome here, he said, his tone firm but warm, the words carrying the weight of formality. he stepped back a pace, giving her space while still keeping her in his singular gaze.

welcome, kinusi willow, sólhárr continued, his voice deep and resonant as he formally acknowledged her. to forneskja. may the forest guide your steps and the máni favor your path.

he studied her for a moment longer, then straightened, his presence an unspoken promise of protection within these borders.

there is a place for you here; storyteller, if you wish to be trained.