Neverwinter Forest But we see it, the rest of us. And we lie.

The song went on a little longer, describing in some detail the parading of the head that had abruptly parted from its body. It was gristly, and sung with great gusto. One might even have called the song bloodraising, if it wasn't for the fact the words crooned from Belharra's throat were dark and far from bloodless.

You must not be hungry. Belharra whirled around, ears pressed forward assertively. She was met by a tall man, taller than she maybe, who for all of his colorless hue, struck her as incredibly cold. Belharra apprised him silently, the song long faded from her throat. Being a wolf of as many luckless voyages as she, Belharra recognized his kind immediately. "Oh, ye's trouble." She commented, a smile lingering along her tilted jaws. "But if it's food you're after, I'm afraid this isn't the place." She spared a shrug of her long shoulders,  "I was hopin' to draw out the angry grinch that lives in these here woods, but I see my singin's snared a man instead. What's your name, cully?"