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

single gaze swept over the woman, weighing her words with the steady patience of one accustomed to reading the strength behind claims. her resolve was clear, but in forneskja, words alone did not earn a place.

we need more than words, he said, his voice a low rumble. hunters. fighters. guardians. those who carry the weight of the pack on their backs.

he took a step closer, the winter’s breath curling between them. can you do this?