Neverwinter Forest rikkefaul

hárkonungr chuckled, his golden eye warm as he considered her words. ingwë, he repeated, his voice carrying a deep resonance. a fitting name. i take pride in being called a strong man.

his gaze softened slightly, though his imposing frame remained steady as he blocked the current for her. but you, seedling, he added, his voice dipping lower, you are skógnymfa.

the word rolled from his tongue lavishly with reverence, each syllable deliberate. he watched her closely, a faint glimmer of humor touching his usually stern expression. it means forest nymph, he explained, his tone lighter now, as though the title itself amused him.

you speak of strength, he added, his stance shifting slightly as the water lapped at his legs, but strength is not only in muscle or title. it is in presence, in spirit. he paused, his gaze lingering on her. máni sees it in you. i see it, skógnymfa.