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

Belharra had always been an excellent judge of character. It came with the territory of being a ranger: you stuck by with those you deemed worthy, and you cut bait and ran before things went south. It had always been this way, and it would always stay that way.. long after Belharra's bones faded to dust.

And this man.. She fancied he might be amused with her, but who could say for how long? She was not one to test her luck - not as a loner - and he looked like a man who might use up all of the luck she had, if she was not careful. Asmodeus. To Belharra, that seemed a powerful name. "Belharra. As for your question, that depends. Are you an endangerment to me?" She watched his face carefully, wondering if he, like most survivors, was capable of an easy lie. "Ye got a purpose to be out this way, besides hunting? Did ye not smell the markers a way back?" Perhaps he had, like Belharra, and had simply completely disregarded them.