Neverwinter Forest atoningwishes

y'var'la, his voice carried through the snow-dusted air, low and steady as he stepped closer, his golden eye gleaming with intent. he let his gaze sweep over her, noting her focus, her precision. it was admirable, but admiration only went so far.

i think it's time, he continued, his words deliberate, his tone sharp with expectation. you’ve been here long enough to understand our ways. now, you earn your place.

he stopped before her, the weight of his presence settling like the snow around them. tell me, he rumbled, his eye narrowing slightly. are you ready?