Neverwinter Forest a bargain

he took the bundle of herbs with a nod of thanks, large paw brushing the edge of the dried sage. the air between them smelled of healing and endings.

at mojag’s talk of stones, sólhárr’s single eye drifted to the glint of light caught in a polished black shard beside the bundles. a magpie’s treasure. useless to most. but not meaningless.

we carve our shrines with stones like that, he said. not for gods. for memory.

his gaze returned to mojag.

you carry yourself well. with purpose, but no weight in your step. rare.

a pause.

i will not send you chasing for things we can take ourselves. but if you pass through the old gorge west of the quarry… there is silverbark. it doesn’t grow here. and we need it for rites.

his head inclined slowly, a gesture of both respect and invitation.