Neverwinter Forest morsgol

solharr watched her quietly, the ghost of a grin tugging at the edges of his scarred maw. he admired her boldness—how easily she wore belief in herself. such conviction would carry her far, perhaps farther than even she knew.

i do, he rumbled, nodding once toward the north, where the shadows of their gathering lingered beyond the trees. iruna. she was born under the old moons. her blood runs thick with the knowledge of omens and dust. she will teach you what cannot be hunted with teeth.

his gaze lingered on reilly, steady and assessing, as though searching her soul for cracks, for signs of doubt. finding none, his approval flickered as bright as dawn.

learn well. when the time comes, the stars will call on you. and i expect you to answer.

then, with a quiet huff, solharr turned his gaze skyward, as though already imagining the day her voice would join theirs in the songs of the dead.