Neverwinter Forest snowtorn

he let out a low, rumbling laugh, the sound carrying easily in the frosty air.

ah, my wife, he said, a teasing edge to his tone. she must be preparing for the wedding. you know of it, don’t you, ylva?

he stepped closer, his imposing frame towering above her, but his demeanor lightened by his humor. it seems she has found clever ways to keep you busy. or perhaps you’ve found clever ways to stay in her eye?

his gaze dropped momentarily to her worn paws, and a faint smirk tugged at his lips. though, it seems these tasks are not without their toll. is she working you too hard?

he knew his wife to be a riling little vixen. it was what he saw in her in the first place. if she had been working ylva hard, then so be it!