Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

cameo!

he watched. he needed proof. proof that eydís would see his advice through, though she refused to acknowledge his existence. he hadn't cared for the most part, truly, but as he sat beyond the tree line, a vulture in wait, he saw a glimmer of hope pass across her stricken features.

pangur, too, but she was always like that. a little firecracker ready to be honed at any moment. she would make an excellent náttfari. the hárkonungr could see it now, unfolding as the same sun Álfgeirr fell upon on his great awakening.

satisfied that they not only took down prey, but seemed to forge their own bond, he took his leave, golden eye gleaming before vanishing into the wilds.