Neverwinter Forest Lost

you do not belong here.

the words rumbled low from behind her, a shadow in the trees, vast and carved like the bones of the land itself. solharr stood between the pines, where bark was stripped by years of claw and tooth—his kingdom worn and wild, like him.

he had watched her hesitate. he had seen the ghosts clinging to her back like frost. there was no threat in her step, no bloodlust. only sorrow, and something older—something homesick.

he did not move closer, only watched, heavy gaze fixed on her.

you are far from what made you, he said next, voice gentler, though gravel still kissed its edge. why did you come?