Neverwinter Forest as helpless as a stinger without a bee

Njal nodded, and then paused when she introduced herself. When she asked for his name he almost did not give it, wondering if it really mattered; but the look in her eyes as she surveyed the ruin of her home made him feel... Some kind of connection. Her depression was similar to his own. The ruination of her home was similar to the ruination of his own life, and he felt strangely affected by this comparison. She needed a distraction, which he could provide.

Njal, he murmured as he approached her, dragging his steps. I knew Scimitar long ago. Have you... Been here long? Any attempt at conversation felt forced, and sounded dull to his own ears. But he was trying, which was a different way to exist for him.