Neverwinter Forest trinkets

sólhárr approached her with his single golden eye gleaming, his presence heavy as the weight of the frostbound earth itself. he stood firm, his voice deep and unwavering.

trúfesti er ekki gefin, heldur sýnd. sanna þig fyrir forneskja áður en þú flýgur sem sendiboði.

his gaze lingered on her, measuring her resolve before he offered a nod.

ég er sólhárr, hárkonungur forneskja.

he waited to hear her own. this hawk. his hawk, still wet from the egg.