Neverwinter Forest holy water running dry

He let her have her piece, eyes watching with rapt attention to the subtleties in her expression. They were not dissimilar in their designs, despite being cut of different cloth. While he did not understand all imparted to him, he could fathom her drive to stay, to protect; had their roles been reversed then it may have been true that he never answered the call of the wild and dispersed. Not all of his siblings had either, nor his mother. They had always stayed an ever constant, a nurturing entity that clearly had their role. Ambition did not burn as brightly for them as it did he, and it was that very ambition emanating from Hydra that let a long, thin smile split his features.

"We shall see," he quipped, the first words slow off his tongue, "but is that because it's been pre-destined for you, all laid out and waiting? Or will you take what you want?" Or would she let herself be taken? He certainly had more than just adoration to give her, think of that what you will.

His gaze did not waver from her, but his body language had raised to mirror hers, almost as though it were all a farce. It was a ploy to see how she would respond, to see how tempered she was or wasn't to his tongue. He did wonder of what her future held; those questions were genuine behind their intent to get a rise out of her.