Neverwinter Forest white beak

luhtar steps forward from the shadows of the forest, one pawstep after another, heavy against the soft snow of the neverwinter floor. his yellow eyes burn with quiet question as they settle on the stranger. he stops a few paces from her, his breath fogging in the cold air. his eyes poke and prod at her frame.

the pungent smell she carries is not lost on the dregnr.

hail. why you come? his voice comes in a rough, strong chuff; head low amongst muscles of pudgy muscle.

you seek warrior? one stands before you.