Neverwinter Forest kettle drum roll hard

Her giggle caused his ear tips to burn even more, his brows lowering as he fought against the urge to turn to stare at the ground. She was probably laughing at him, but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of appearing meek. Instead, he raised his chin, attempting to feign a look of indifference to her amused reaction. He thought about just striding past her and continuing his journey (as aimless as it was). He wasn't about to be made fun of anymore by this girl. Her suggestion, though, caused his ears to swivel backwards in offense.

"I didn't sit in poison ivy," he shot back defensively — perhaps overly so. Did he really look dumb enough that he would choose such a spot to sit in? He was actually quite proud that he had yet to encounter the sting from ivy... though, wasps nests, on the other hand..."So I don't need some nerd's help." Her mention of a herb implied that she was some sort of healer and, to Atreyu, they were usually the geeks of the wolf world.