Neverwinter Forest spiritus arbore

water moss, she said, her voice light, but sólhárr’s gaze remained steady, weighing her every movement.

husband, he asked, his tone low, carrying through the snow-laden air like a rumble of distant thunder. does he linger near?

his single golden eye flicked briefly to the bundle of greenery at her paws, then back to her face. je did not approach, though the tension in his frame suggested he could close the distance in an instant if her answer proved unsatisfactory.