Neverwinter Forest trinkets

erik, sólhárr tsked sharply, his single amber eye narrowing slightly as he weighed the name on his tongue. he rolled his broad shoulders, brushing past whatever thoughts clouded his mind. your father was...a man who knew his wants.

he left it at that, not delving further into the unsaid weight the name carried. instead, he let his gaze settle on her, sharp and assessing. she had the look of the north about her, a spark of familiarity that flickered in her presence.

you are welcome here, ylva, sólhárr said finally, the low rumble of his voice carrying an unexpected warmth. forneskja thrives on those who know loyalty. prove yours, and you will find a place among us.

his head tipped slightly, signaling her forward. come. you’ve traveled far. now is the time to rest. your blood ties may be many, but here, you will forge your own name.