Neverwinter Forest the void of a world

sólhárr stood silently as stark drank, his broad frame steady against the biting chill of the wind. his single golden eye watched the man carefully, gauging the resolve that kept stark on his feet despite his evident wounds. he gave a faint nod at the words, the beginnings of a rumbling agreement leaving his chest.

aye, he said simply, the word weighted with cautious hope. he turned his gaze briefly toward the horizon, where the snow seemed endless. let us hope that is true.

he remained still, his presence as immovable as the mountains surrounding them, his thoughts lingering on the quiet promise of peace.