Neverwinter Forest tasklane

stærk’s single eye flickers with mild surprise, though he does not dwell on it long. he dips his head, acknowledging the significance of sólhárr’s request, but his posture remains guarded. the looming presence of his own unhealed injuries goes unaddressed.

very well, he concedes after a pause. i will see it done.

he glances toward the vale’s perimeter, already weighing the distance in his mind, the wintry challenges that lie ahead.

i need little rest, he adds, voice quiet. the road is always long, but i’ve faced worse. you’ll have word delivered—soon.