Neverwinter Forest kaleidoscope

rökkur found him with ease. the man never strayed far from the máni's light. this was what the chieftain sought in the sögumaðr.

though he didn't look himself. with a stand, sólhárr approached him, offering a greeting of his nose against the mans cheek. disgruntled, he assessed him for any new injuries. nothing. you do not look well, he found comfort in using his mother tongue, the words like honey.

the sögumaðr's voice was taut like a string. dented from a lack of use. the chieftain didn't like this; it worried him beyond. especially with the events upon arrival.

what has happened?