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

sólhárr considered her, amber eye dark with thought. she was eager—perhaps too eager—but he did not sense deceit in her voice. still, trust was not given lightly in forneskja.

i need guards, he rumbled, standing tall, his broad chest expanding as he spoke. my wife— he paused for a brief moment, jaw tightening. she is pregnant. i think.

his tail flicked, dismissing the uncertainty. it did not matter; if she was, she needed protection.

his gaze leveled on her, measuring. can you fight?

words were easy. action proved worth. he did not need another mouth to feed—he needed hands willing to bleed.

your name, he pressed, voice firm. if you are to stand in forneskja, i will know it.