Big Salmon Lake i think god is moving it's tongue,

something about her lack of words struck the shadow as unusual, though he had not known her for very long at all. but such blessing did not last long, for she quickly shook her head and a scoff left her lips. her words were skeptical. whether you believe me or not is none of my concern, though perhaps it is your friends, his voice was calm.

with a huff of his own, then, he said: you really think we are going to eat you? you are too small, too scrawny, the lorekeeper shook his head. perhaps a dab of reverse psychology - or in this case, a challange - would give the girl what she needed to check in on stark. but, perhaps you will get eaten, without your friend, stark, around.

unless you want to see him, and that was the last thing he would say, before dipping his head and turning away to the neverwinter. she did not have to follow, he would simply mark the way, his paws forming a trail to the wooded packlands, should she visit.