Neverwinter Forest follow the beat of another conundrum

Oh, I love this story already! <3

As she began, Mordecai allowed himself to be swept away with the story. It was not hard for him to lose himself in that regard, because if it were truly one thing that he found he did enjoy, it was always a story. Stories of travel, of adventure, even some of danger. It was as though he had never completely outgrown the love of hearing a story. Not that any one should, of course. If it were but one thing passed onto a fair amount of the children between Leviathan and Chena, it was a love of a tale. Perhaps it were those stories of their past that had inspired many of them to venture out on their own. In Mordecai's case, this had been partially true.

When she posed a question, he found himself dawdling, searching for a response. Her story had conjured up the very creatures she spoke of and readily, he thought of vices and virtues. The very things that all of them possessed and put to use, for better and for worse. “Would one of them have been humility?” he suggested at first, following up with yet another one. “Or perhaps temperance to control their want of the witch's lands.” He only remembered some of either category, but it was safe to say that the wolves she had conjured up in his mind were driven by greed, if not lust. Pride was a given as well.