Neverwinter Forest manihost

sólhárr watched as rökkur turned, the guardian's words hanging in the air like the first light of dawn breaking through a heavy night. the sincerity of the moment was not lost on him, nor was the weight of what lay ahead for the man who walked away toward his destined path.

he let the silence linger before murmuring, more to himself than anyone else, you will.

a faint smile touched his lips as he turned back to the vast expanse of forneskja, the woods breathing their ancient rhythm around him. with the guardian's resolve set, sólhárr felt the steady pulse of his pack's future beating stronger than ever.

and with that, he moved, disappearing into the wild as the thread of their conversation wove seamlessly into the fabric of their shared purpose.