Neverwinter Forest the shade is a tool,

Pangur struggled to hide the fluster of her cheeks as she was praised, for once, she did not let her humble nature dismiss her accomplishment. Aha! You flatter me, sögumaðr. She laughed and then gave a dip of her head in respect.

He spoke his passions for his title and Pangur felt a kindred fire flicker within. Carrying the great honour of preserving old tales, collecting new ones, he was right as he called it a beautiful task.

framvísi, he suggested; joining the circle. Of course she wanted to!! Pangur withheld the vibration in her limbs. I would be honoured to have the title. She nodded, looking off into the sprawling forest, blankets of snow on every treebranch. If it is where I can serve Forneskja the best, I will strive for it.

oh mighty pangur indeed, climbing the social ladder at record speeds!