Neverwinter Forest starshine

sólhárr’s gaze lingered on the frostbitten horizon as írúna spoke, her words a quiet but steady melody beneath the rustle of the glade. her reverence for the gods and their supposed favor stoked a tempered pride within him, though his features remained stoic. the gods had always been fickle beings, weaving their blessings and punishments in the same breath. he could only hope their favor would endure.

may it remain so, he rumbled at last, his voice low but carrying the weight of his belief. his lone eye shifted toward her, studying the conviction etched into her delicate features. she was steady, as he had hoped, and her faith gave him a faint spark of reassurance.

if the himinráfn watches, let it guide us both, he added, his pace unchanging, though his tail flicked once in quiet approval. the road ahead demanded much—of them both. but for now, under the winter sun and the gods’ gaze, he could trust in the strength of those who walked beside him.