Neverwinter Forest forwards beckon

her words amused him, and he offered a faint, approving nod as she returned to the water.

there will be a place for you, he said, his voice low and certain, carrying the weight of his belief. but the gods do not need to wait to see our worth.

he dipped the crown of his head beneath the surface. then up, again, towards the sky. the horns of the oxen, he continued, his tone thoughtful now, we take them. i can teach you to carve runes into them, pangur. we will offer them to the gods—proof of what we have done today.

his gaze flicked briefly to the rune she had dropped, then back to her, his voice steady. the gods favor those who act. this will be our offering, our testament.