Neverwinter Forest Strangler fig

nowhere important, ranveigh smirked, though the inquiry most certainly chipped away at something unknown within her. or exciting. i've found forneskja. that's what matters.

and it was true to her. everything ranveigh had ever done felt so insignificant next to pangur in a way that was shockingly pleasant. it was comfortable. easy. their strides fell in tandem as they crossed into a glen, light filtering down and casting the golden girl in even more of a glow. 

you cannot just say you're a traveler and not tell me a story, she playfully countered. go on. i want to hear more about you.