Neverwinter Forest Weasel hunt

The King - erm, Hárkonungr, comes as a behemoth, his remaining eye sharp. Arrluk is a relatively tall wolf, but this wolf is taller, bigger all around just the same. His strength was evident, yet was there more to the man other then a brute force which demanded respect? 

Hárkonungr. Arrluk dips his white chin in respect to the other leader, the word for his leadership horribly butchered on his tongue, yet he does try. I would enjoy to see my sister. It is not an untrue statement and yet the sentence lingers, hinting at another reason for his visit. The predominant one. 

However my visit comes with a need that you not all that long ago had been asked to fullfill. A bride-price. I come to ask permission to hunt for ermine and stout in your forest.