Neverwinter Forest snowtorn

hárkonungr tilted his head slightly, considering her words, the fire of her conviction sparking something deep within him. she was young, bold, and spirited—qualities that would serve forneskja well, if properly directed.

then it is done, he rumbled, his voice steady, a touch of pride woven through the baritone. you will be a scout, ylva. the eyes and voice of forneskja beyond these wilds.

he stepped closer, his lone golden eye meeting hers. make the paths, spread our name. let the world know of forneskja's strength, its wisdom. you will carry our light far, but remember—always return.

a pause, his gaze softening. this is your honor now, hawk of forneskja. wear it well.