Neverwinter Forest manihost

the man of the moons' shadow was never far from call. heavy, dark paws carried him across the earth, weaving through the trees from his den that sat nearby. moving with ease, with a familiarity to the forest, the dark man would heed the call of his king.

sólhárr, came his response. rökkur moved to stand besides him, then, looking from his single eye to the boulder. tail flicked low behind him, swaying against his hocks. what do you need of me? a typical question from the moongrove guardian.