Neverwinter Forest the shade is a tool,

Pangur had been scouting the forest, familiarizing herself to every groove in the earth, each tree rooted into the soil, each stream that ran through the land. The borders had been quiet, no excitement to offer today, but that was plenty fine with her. Instead, the quiet gave way for contemplation, prayer.

An owl looked down from tall branches, and Pangur met with her eye. hafðu þennan stað í blessun þinni, gyðja mín She uttered words of love into the air, and sat beneath the great old tree, humming a quiet tune. She felt a great connection to this place, the strings of attchment spun into the web of her heart.

She hoped móður looked on her and smiled.

A howl rang close, and soon enough a voice would accompany it from the side, spurring her to rise to her feet, ears perked curiously Ah! Hallo! She would greet with a smile and a wave of her tail.