Neverwinter Forest manihost

he knew, then, by the words that left the kings maw and the awkwardness that had been ever-present in the silver womans eyes that this was no meeting of friends. this was no check-in. this was a betrothal, a send off, and while the man of the moongrove was not angry nor upset, he simply wished that he had been told sooner.

i see, came his low, rumbling voice. with a breath, he said: it is right, for they were the only two who took position in the ironbark circle, and they each had their own connection to their respective leader. the nightman offering guidance to one of sunfire, and the oceanwoman offering guidance to one of moon. i ... do ... but you told íruna before me, did you not? there was no conviction in his tone, no frustration.

i am happy to take on this task, to fulfill the wish of the gods, and the daughter of dragons' bay is a fine, strong woman, rökkur, though brows were slightly furrowed, gave a hum. all that i wish for is that i stay in the loop, considering this is something of such importance, he looked back to his king, then, his tail flicking behind him.