Neverwinter Forest spiritus arbore

sólhárr's form emerged from the shadows, tension radiating from his towering frame. his single amber eye locked onto the young woman prodding at the moss with a kind of reckless ease.

you tread close to forneskja, his voice rumbled, low and firm, the weight of his authority palpable in the crisp air.

he didn’t move closer, though his stance remained guarded, ready. the line between curiosity and caution sharpened in his gaze.

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