Neverwinter Forest trinkets

her tail offered a hopeful flick.

her eyes kindled with a fire.

ég ferðast. sendu mér langt. she said with a seriousness about her. gerðu mig að hauknum þínum. every king needed its royal bird who might go far to spread his word, to be his eyes.

it was a rather lofty thing to think she could ever rise to it, but she must try.

would he admire or despise such?