Neverwinter Forest starshine

it is good, sólhárr rumbled, his voice a deep resonance that carried across the frost-laden glade. his lone golden eye rested firmly on írúna, the weight of his words matching the gravitas of the moment.

you will not falter. the gods have chosen you for this path, and their will is clear. forneskja must have the finest laeknir, one whose skill surpasses all. his gaze swept across the glade briefly, as though to remind her of the weighty future that rested upon their homeland.

you will study, learn, and become unmatched. every wound you heal, every soul you mend—it will be in their name. in our name. his tail flicked once behind him, a brief but telling motion of his resolve.

he took a step closer, his imposing frame casting a shadow over her smaller form. írúna, this is your purpose. the gods will see to it that you succeed. as will i.

a brief pause, then his voice softened slightly. are you prepared for what lies ahead?