Neverwinter Forest and i sit on the curb 'cause it's the prettiest night

there was an answer. not just an answer, but an arrival.

a man, tall, carved from honey and burnt sienna. hej, hej, i come in peace, ranveigh croaked as her ears fell into a splay. my name is ranveigh. i am searching for a group. do you know them?

ranveigh stepped forward to get a better look at this man. he was handsome, even with his obvious scarring and gruffness, but he looked at her as if she would turn him to stone if she was near him for a bit too long. if nervous was a thing ranveigh could feel, she would have urinated on herself the moment he came forward.

i look for wolves of the north. my people. i hear there is a clan here, and i want to join them.