Neverwinter Forest trinkets

this had been why she had heard her mother's tsk.

maybe the cold winter winds had been spirits ushering her on, pushing her into the forest instead of beyond it. could it be such? she did not know and allowed the thought to settle in comfortable silence instead.

móðir og faðir senda aðeins sterk börn í heiminn. she dared to allow herself a moment's smile. brief, but it had been there all the same.

ég meina að vinna, ef þú hefur störf að vinna.

for she had no more things to trade or barter.

the winter only grew heavier and she still learning far too much of the world to face it alone.