Neverwinter Forest the shade is a tool,

She sat back down as he did, tail curling around her hide as easy comfort returned to her. Oh do not feel sorry! You must have been busy! It has been an exciting moon. She brushed away his worries with a light-hearted laugh, and sweeps a paw through the snow thoughtfully, the cougar-made grooves now merely thin, healing lines cut through golden fur.

I am náttfari now. Her voice could not withhold the pride on her breath. Before, I was traveller, I came to this forest for healing and met with Harkonungr. She paused, a glimmer of mischief in her eye He simply could not resist my wit and charm and so he invited me in and said 'Oh mighty Pangur, we have been waiting for you.' She spoke with great exaggeration and matched her words with dramatic reeneactment, a wry grin worming its way across her face.

Pangur snickered and straightened her posture, amused I joke. You are Sögumaðr yes? I have also collected many stories, in my travels. It is a wonderful thing, no?