Neverwinter Forest when your cheque comes in each week

the faintest curve of a smile tugging at his lips as her enthusiasm carried her forward.

safe travels, hokulani, he called after her, his voice warm but edged with the quiet authority of a guardian.“may the moons guide your path, and your father welcome you.

he lingered for a moment, watching as she disappeared into the trees, her figure becoming one with the vast expanse of forneskja’s reach. then, with a deep breath, he turned back to his own path, the forest once again his companion.