Neverwinter Forest Lidet er om den mans vrede, som ingen vurder

both? he echoed, his tone neutral but edged with intrigue. he took a step closer, the crunch of snow beneath his weight a steady rhythm in the quiet. are you alone? no man behind?

his gaze swept past her for a moment, scanning the tree line, the rocks, the horizon beyond. his question, though softly spoken, carried the weight of a man who had learned to anticipate trouble. with the seasons of forneskja's women nearing, every stranger was met with the same wary calculation.