Neverwinter Forest tasklane

stærk inclines his head once more, a curt gesture of acknowledgment rather than genuine warmth. his single eye follows sólhárr’s departure, lingering on the broad sweep of the northerner’s shoulders as he fades into the snowy glade.

he stands in silence, letting the winter hush press against him. the task is clear. already, his mind charts the routes, the miles of frozen earth that lie ahead.

dependable, am i… he mutters under his breath, a quiet thought for no ears but his own. bitterness, pride—he cannot quite parse which stirs him more. but if there is a debt to repay, he will do so in his own way.

exit stark