Neverwinter Forest rikkefaul

chieftain caught her scent first, sweet and young, carried by the soft breeze weaving through the forest. his golden eye turned toward the source, scanning the veiled expanse until he felt her presence, light as the mist over the pools.

come out, skógnymfa, he called, his voice low and steady, carrying easily through the stillness. the word rolled from his tongue with reverence, as if summoning her from the woodland itself.

he remained where he lay in the lathering pools. fur drenched beneath the light of lífbjörg and the remnants of spirit through the ripples. sólhárr waited, patient yet certain she would reveal herself, the forest nymph drawn to his call.