Neverwinter Forest dunestag

cicero, sólhárr greeted, his lone golden eye steady as it regarded the dusk-cloaked figure before him. the young wolf looked better, stronger, a testament to the resilience that had brought him this far. sólhárr gave a small nod of approval, the faintest twitch of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

you’ve been keeping busy, i see. how have you been? his voice was low and gruff, but there was genuine interest in the question.

he stepped closer, his towering frame casting a long shadow. tell me, what have you learned since joining us? the weight of his gaze was unrelenting but not unkind. sólhárr sought to know more than cicero’s progress—he sought insight, understanding, the kind that might reveal whether the young wolf truly understood the path laid before him.