Neverwinter Forest I name your mother and your father

the sweetness of the other wolf’s tone does not disarm her, nor does the smile that curves her lips. írúna holds her ground, her own expression unreadable but tinged with quiet authority.

“no,” she is firm and resolute in her speech. “we have not met. i am írúna, læknir of hárkonungr's council.”

“but sólhárr has told me of you. he says you hold potential.” her tone softens slightly, but the edge remains. “and i would see that for myself.”