Neverwinter Forest atoningwishes

he allowed a pause to hang between them, letting the weight of the moment settle.

you will hunt, he said, his voice low but commanding. bring back meat for the wedding. not scraps, not half-hearted effort—something worthy of the gods and the union it will honor.

he stepped closer, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the snow-dusted ground. his tone softened, though it lost none of its authority. when you return, if you succeed, you will be náttfari. the night traveler of forneskja.

his gaze lingered on her, measuring, before he nodded faintly. go. show me your resolve.

the command carried no question, only expectation, and the trust that she would rise to meet it.