Neverwinter Forest Michael's gone insane, Julie starts to make me nervous

Ah, a northern wolf; not pale as Panacea had come to expect, but carved from redwood and rich goldtorched earth. His accent, though, was unmistakable. Panacea forced a new steadiness into his own limbs in automatic response.

He'd never bothered to learn any of the northern languages, and cursed himself for it now. It's a long story, He confessed. Waylaid by a storm on an ill-advised scouting trip is the short version. I should've been at home letting my wounds heal, but hindsight and all that. I'll never make it across the mountains like this.

So I'm looking for a place to heal up. I'll stay long enough to repay my debt, and then I'll be on my way. If this is that kind of place. Panacea tried not to look anxious. It wasn't like his health or his life depended on this single first impression or anything.