Neverwinter Forest a device, a saviour

though the neverwinter he walked, drawing himself forwards, feeling lighter, livelier, brighter. and though he may not be particularly happier, or free of the dreams that come with the moonless, prayerless nights, he has an intention for the day, and so when he tilts his head back and calls for @Iruna, the sögumaðr makes no waste of his time as he treks towards the baths, hoping for the woman of the dragons bay to find his scent and follow.

it is there, by the edge of the pool, that he waits for her, herbs and flowers scattered by his paws, each with a different smell, a different property. three species of the former, two of the latter, he hopes that the woman of ice and mountains will accept his invitation and allow some sort of relaxation to seep into her tense muscles, her working bones.