Neverwinter Forest living on a promised word

solharr’s brow furrows slightly at the unfamiliar names, his gaze steady but inquisitive. the wind whispers between them, carrying the scent of the land, but there’s something else in his silence—an assessment, the quiet calculating of a man used to weighing every word, every move. he doesn’t rush his response, letting the words sink into the air before speaking.

i have not heard of them, solharr replies, his voice low, contemplative. what do they look like, these two? his amber eyes scan ezra, studying him with the calm assurance of one accustomed to leading, his expression unreadable but not unkind. a man without kin is a heavy thing, he adds after a moment, the hint of a shared understanding between them, but finding them... that burden is not one to carry alone.