Neverwinter Forest Listen Song Bird

kinusi, the girl introduced herself as. and the faith-man believed it was him who she referred to as the dead-talker, though perhaps that was something that had been lost-in-translation, as he did not talk to the dead, only to the gods in which he sought comfort within. nonetheless, he nodded his head, as if to say: here i am, you have found me.

storyteller, was the only part of her description that he echoed. that must be why hárkonungr suggested this visit. this girl was young, though old enough to be lærlingur. perhaps that was what sólhárr wished for. with a slow, yet firm nod, he would look down to the child once more, curious, gazing at her almost studiously.

then, as if he had made a decision, he would turn away, the flick of his tail and his words - come with me - inviting her along to the mánilundur, his moongrove, his place of stories, tales. should she become sögumaðr like himself, she must see the holiness of the grove, and understand the stories in which it tells. the inspiration it wrought.

they would arrive, then, in only a few moments time. when they did, he would emerge from the treeline, padding towards the large boulder that sat within the groves center ; her heart. look at this place, he would murmur, looking towards kinusi. what do you see? what stories speak to you, girl? an expectant, though warm gaze.