Neverwinter Forest ttistigat

luhtar hesitates for a moment... but then he moves, willed by his leader.

then i join, he murmurs reluctantly.

he moves with a slowness unusual for even him, lowering his heavy frame onto the cool stone beside sólhárr. muscles tense beneath his thick coat finally slacken, his head dipping low once more as his gaze turns upward, catching the soft silver spill of máni’s light. the quiet hum of the night settles over him, seeping into his bones like a balm.

you always find peace in it? the moon’s light?