Neverwinter Forest speja heiminn

Pangur nodded, an impish curl of her maw as he made his suggestion. She stands to spring in place on her paws, showing the returned strength of her leg. Any feeling of pain that remained was but a small tingle, a manageable ill that held no grounds to stop her. Something big. She let enthusiasm rumble in her throat How can I say no to such a thing?

The prospect of food enthused, a grand breakfast and a feast for the bold pieces of her soul; which yearned every day to prove itself under the eyes of the aesir, to show them she was worthy of their love and the trickster's blood that ran through her veins.