Neverwinter Forest birds of a feather

For a moment she wondered if she had pressed the man too far, but she let the worry subside, hardly one to hold herself back. If he denied his novelty to the land, she would be inclined to think him a liar, for her observations spoke otherwise. Concrete evidence held greater weight than words when the two entered conflict. To her pleasure, however, the cunning man confirmed what she suspected. The lingering hints of her grin remained fixed on her face, despite the ebony's straight-faced reaction to her words. "The quality of a place is rather subjective, no?" she mused, letting a beat of silence pass as she looked up, as if assessing the canopy of conifer boughs crowding the sky above their heads. "It's a little muddy at times, and suffocating, but for a forest it's about as good as you get. Though if you want high traffic, I'd suggest sticking to the north and southern tips," she paused and drew her gaze upon the man again, face never changing but eyes alighting with a humoured glow, though there was hardly anything amusing to her words, "and if you want nothing to do with packs, then stay well away from there."