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

your bite will be tested, then, sólhárr said, his tone gruff yet steady, as if the weight of the mountains themselves rested in his words. his golden eye bore into her, assessing the resolve etched in her frame and the fire in her gaze.

what is your name? he asked, the question direct and deliberate.

i am sólhárr, chieftain of forneskja, he continued, the title carrying the pride of his lineage, the strength of his ancestors. his tail gave a slight sway, a faint gesture of acknowledgment. you’ve come to a land that demands strength and loyalty. will you give both?