Neverwinter Forest when the curtains call the time

She listened true as Iruna spoke of family, of beliefs and paths forged ahead by old blood. How large, those prospects must've loomed in the Læknir's youth. It was an admirable feature, the ambition to become more than what you're told you can be.

Pangur felt there was much to learn, from her. There was much to learn from all souls.

When she finished with the wrappings, Pangur allowed her leg to fall back to the ground. Your parents, they sound like they prepared you well. Was your grandmother proud to see you a shield maiden? She asked with intrigue, her head leaned askew.

Oh flattery, sweet weakness. Tawny cheeks flushed, she laughed a bit and shook her head, ears pinned flat to her head You are kind! But I am no warrior...

Humble Pangur. But it was true! She was mostly made of luck.