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

sólhárr’s golden eyes narrowed as he studied the man before him, taking in his unsteady frame and the way his words spilled with more urgency than confidence. his ears flicked at the mention of healing, and he stood silent for a moment, letting the weight of the stranger’s predicament settle in the cold air between them.

yes, he said finally, his voice low and deliberate, the northern accent carving through his broken common tongue. you heal.

his gaze lingered, sharp and assessing, before he tilted his head slightly toward the distant outline of chimera’s claim. it was not an invitation, not yet, but a test of sorts. sólhárr was no fool—he’d watch this one closely, see if his words matched his actions.

he turned partially, his broad frame poised to lead the way. come, he added simply, not waiting to see if the man would follow. the mountain would make its own judgment soon enough.