Neverwinter Forest trinkets

solharr's auburn eye flickered over her, taking in her thin frame and the way her words carried both resolve and uncertainty. he shifted his weight slightly, his broad frame moving with a predator's grace as his tail gave a slow, measured flick.

hvað getur þú gert? he asked, his voice even, but with the faintest edge of curiosity. his head tilted slightly, a gesture that demanded clarity without pressing too hard.

there was no room for idleness in the world of wolves, and though he saw her willingness to work, he wanted to know more. his gaze remained fixed on her, unwavering, waiting for her response.