Neverwinter Forest Let's have a toast

erm..... merry christmas ur gift is a reply. sorry that its rusty! feel free to decide whether or not this gets forward dated btw, whatever works best for you.

his hesitation to approach her was noticed, but she didn't judge. perhaps he sensed the bad omen that she could never wash away, like a foul stench. the man was not just sturdy but had a keen sixth sense. is that not necessary in a world ruled by the whims of the norns?

yngvi continues to admires him from the same safe distance, but her gaze runs away once he approached the edge of the water, crossed that barrier that divided them. any closer, and she'd foolishly yearn for something she could have nor did she deserve.

a pleasure to meet you, luhtar. even his name carried the same hearty strength of his body. i take it that you too are loyal to forneskja? even in the comfort of water, her shoulders remain tense.