Neverwinter Forest sarsen moon

He settles into a languid lay beside her, the goat between them steaming faintly in the stroke of late light as she feeds. Travellers on the road drank more than they ate, and having fed the day prior Jamukha had no hunger for goat. His gaze falls over the silverwraith instead, slow as dusk. It was one of the great pleasures of his work, meeting all sort of appealing women. Y’var’la’s no different. He enjoys the way her slim body tucks; her tongue against the edge of her teeth.

“Sounds like I’ll need to be on my best behavior,” the horselord gives her a wry grin. Her words offer him insight into the mind of the quarry-dwellers; that they are a careful people, or otherwise have reasons to be wary. “The Khan is opening up trade routes into the North. Perhaps with your clan.”