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

welcome, then, raen, sólhárr rumbled, his voice low and steady, carrying the weight of his authority.

his steps were deliberate as he moved closer, his massive frame towering over hers. his single golden eye gleamed with approval as he observed her stance, the fire in her gaze. she carried herself with purpose, with strength.

without hesitation, he leaned in, his nose brushing against the fur of her neck. the scent of her was unfamiliar, raw, but soon it would carry the unmistakable mark of forneskja. sólhárr pressed his muzzle firmly against her, the warmth of his breath stirring the fur along her neck as he left his scent.

he pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto hers, his expression a mixture of finality and expectation. you are one of us now. prove yourself strong, and you will find your place here.