Neverwinter Forest Strangler fig

no, it's the least i could do, ranveigh insisted. her smile brightened. i will pick flowers for you. you'll have to tell me what you like.

she followed pangur's lead back toward the inner workings of forneskja. her steps were heavy and rather clumsy compared to the dainty little thing beside her. something about her made ranveigh nervous — her scintillating eyes, the northern accent that rolled thickly from her tongue. it only got worse when her name was called beautiful.

hers?

i'm still learning my way around, ranveigh wanted to fill the air with noise, some small part of her wishing desperately to keep pangur's attention. how long have you lived here? are you... from here?