Neverwinter Forest white beak

i am both, luhtar rumbles. he does not flinch beneath her gaze, unswerving in the way of the mountains that shaped him. her scrutiny is met with the certainty of a man who knows his strength.

his teeth flash briefly in a grin, his tongue flicking across his maw as a soft chuckle escapes him. the day i deny a spar... is the day i turn from valhalla. his ears rotate thinly upon a blocky head.

he approaches now, stepping past the safety of forneskja's borders. onto neutral land, where they may be judged fairly. like a storm passing through clouds, his voice rolls forth fierce. test me, woman.