Neverwinter Forest follow the beat of another conundrum

Amusedly, she announced that it was simply not that easy. He grasped the reasoning why just as easily and it only further lent itself to his amusement. Treating stories like children, that was definitely a concept that made perfect sense. For a moment, it made him wonder if that was the way his mother had done things, because she had never seemed to pick favorites. His father tried not to, but it was always clear to Mordecai that he favored some better than others. He had always listened to them all the same, however.

“How about a creative one? What kind of story can you make out of this place around us?” Her prompt inspired him to appeal to both of their curiosities. After all, she had claimed to be the witch of the wood up until minutes ago, so certainly something must have inspired her to let her own imagination run loose. He could definitely see why too, because there was not very much in the old wood that Mordecai did not consider as haunting or ghastly, or even something that held the secrets and stories of old locked away beneath ancient deep roots and mossy covers.