Neverwinter Forest I name your mother and your father

i have much to teach, should you have the discipline to learn, íruna intones. but if you seek only to measure the worth of those around you, rather than yourself, you will find no lessons here.

íruna turns sharply, her tail snapping behind her like a whip as she steps away, her irritation palpable. she does not glance back, though her narrowed eyes remain fixed ahead, her mind swirling with thoughts sharper than the edge of any blade.

surely sólhárr is aware of this girl's rudeness. she wonders bitterly, the frost of her emotions far colder than the snow crunching beneath her paws.

the gods must surely test her patience.

exit iruna