Neverwinter Forest starshine

sólhárr walked in contemplative silence, his lone eye casting a glance toward íruna as her words wove through the frost-kissed air. her guidance was steady, a compass pointing him toward what he already knew but had strayed from.

you are right, íruna, he rumbled at last, his voice low and steady like distant thunder. her calm conviction was a mirror to his own wavering faith. i have been favored, yet i have been lax. that must change.

he slowed his stride briefly, as though the weight of the gods' gaze had suddenly become heavier. his gaze rested on her for a moment longer, a flicker of respect glinting in his golden eye. faith is not only words but deeds. i will not falter again. the himinráfn watches, and i will not disappoint.

his steps resumed, purposeful now, each one a silent promise to the gods above.