Neverwinter Forest i'll swim and sail on savage seas,

from the shadows like a stormcloud, his golden eye narrowing as it swept over the scene before him. the faintest tilt of his head acknowledged rökkur first, the man’s steady presence as familiar as the distant hum of the ocean. his gaze then shifted to the stranger—a skeletal thing, beaten down by hunger and hardship, yet somehow still standing. still wagging his tail, even.

the king’s steps were slow, each one a reminder of his weight, his strength, the fire that burned within him. he stopped just short of the pair, his gaze lingering on the stranger’s missing eye before flicking briefly to rökkur.

you called, he said simply, his voice low and edged with gravel. he didn’t offer more, instead waiting, watching, the sharpness of his silence cutting through the cold air like a blade.