Neverwinter Forest atoningwishes

she would rise to the challenge, of that he was certain.

the chieftain turned, his oxen fur shifting with the motion as he moved toward the heart of forneskja once more. the night’s quiet enveloped him, and with it came the unspoken assurance that his wolves were strong, their bloodlines enduring, their future bright.

the scene faded into the cool embrace of the forest, sólhárr’s steps firm and deliberate, carrying him forward into the next chapter of his people’s legacy.