Neverwinter Forest forwards beckon

it pleased him deeply to see how she embraced the traditions of forneskja, weaving her own strength into their shared story.

you are doing good amongst us, pangur, he said, his voice low but warm, carrying the weight of genuine praise. your offering will bring blessings to the land, to heimtre, and to forneskja. it will be remembered.

the breeze brushing against his dark fur as he looked out over the stillness. the gods see your heart in this. your strength, your devotion. his gaze flicked back to her, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. it is these things that make forneskja strong.

he paused, allowing the moment to settle, before nodding toward her rune. put it to rest when you’re ready. its roots will hold your story, and carry it forward. there was a solemnity in his tone, but also a quiet pride, as though her offering reflected the strength of their pack as much as it did her own.