Neverwinter Forest ttistigat

he chuckled, the sound low and warm, the corners of his mouth lifting. maybe she does, he replied, the faintest flicker of humor glinting in his golden eye. he rose to his paws, his broad shoulders rolling as if to shrug off the weight of their conversation.

keep listening, luhtar, he murmured, voice steady but gentle, like the steady current of a river. she’ll tell you what you need to hear, too.