Neverwinter Forest free and holy torn

She was so timid, so afraid of him, and he had yet to even touch her. He had not brushed against her with his pelt, had not trailed his teeth along her spine, or the tender skin on her neck - he had not even pressed his leathery nose into her side. Siobhan, the girl says, stuttering as she fails to hide the fear that wove around her heart like the rough surface of rope. "Well, Siobhan, what are you doing in these words?"

"More importantly," He grumbled, icy gaze glimmering as his focus settled on her eyes, watching her intently; she would crumble at his stare, he knew it deep in his bones. "What are you doing here alone?"