Neverwinter Forest [m] arrival

the quiet, tender moments is what the chieftain of forneskja sought. when battles raged, him at the helm, he would only think of his soft wife, waiting and praying beneath the heimrtree.

but the chieftain was selfish when it came to his bride-to-be. more than any man could understand, except those that had found their star in the darkest night skies. she had been from the north, deep in her soul, and he could feel it pulsing around them.

and in the warmth of her neck, the cavity of her throat, he spoke for them. at her command. dette livet vil alltid være vårt.

this is a promise the chieftain can rouse with. he would be satisfied up until their wedding day; a day for laughter, for cheer, and for life to prevail. an opportunity for the gods to judge forneskja beneath its glimmering light.

i promise this. my wife. my love.