Neverwinter Forest trinkets

solharr approached, his form emerging from the shadows of the forest, his dark pelt dusted faintly with snow. his broad frame moved with purpose, yet his steps were unhurried, deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world to address this call. his golden eyes caught the sight of the young woman, her thin form nearly blending into the dull winter backdrop. she looked fragile, weathered by her journey, yet something in the way she stood suggested quiet resolve.

he stopped a few paces away, his gaze lowering briefly to the tattered raccoon fur at her paws before rising again to meet her arctic blue eyes. there was no immediate warmth in his expression, only the hard scrutiny of one who had seen many strangers at these borders.

you call, his deep voice rumbled, breaking the stillness. what do you seek here, thin one?

his tone was not unkind, but it carried the weight of his station. he tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied her more closely, looking for signs of deceit or hidden strength beneath her unassuming frame. the raccoon fur did not escape his notice, and his gaze lingered on it for a moment longer before returning to her face.