Neverwinter Forest sumarsól

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luhtar snorts, rolling a shoulder as he watches her dart into motion. fox no beat bear. his words come with a knowing smirk, spoken as if they are law.

he does not lunge—instead, he pivots sharply, tracking her with a measured turn. he does not need speed when he has size. she will run, she will weave. she is quick, but he is patient.

when she moves to his side, his muscles coil, and with one sudden, precise shift, he swings his weight, a thick limb sweeping to try and cut off her path.