Neverwinter Forest starshine

her conviction resonated with him, the kind of strength that came not from size or force, but from a deeper well of purpose. his trust in her, forged by her unwavering dedication, was not something he gave lightly, yet it sat firm in his chest now.

good, he said simply, his voice like the low rumble of thunder across the glade. the word carried more than approval—it was a bond, a promise that he believed in her. his gaze swept over her, taking in the steadfast resolve etched into her every movement.

you have their will, he added, his tone solemn, a nod to the gods who watched over them. and mine.

he stepped back, his massive frame cutting a striking figure against the winter horizon. with a flick of his tail, he turned toward the heart of forneskja, trusting that she would follow in her own time. she was more than capable, and for that, he would rest easy.