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

He was delightfully clever. Belharra stole a glance behind her, snickering at his quip. Indeed, sometimes a tongue was all a woman had - and she had used hers to get out of many a tricky situation (interpret that how you like). Something told her Asmodeus would have been tickled to know this, but she kept her tongue for now and pressed on.

Was hunting ram a hobby of hers? In response, Belharra slowed and delivered a deadpan reply in an over-the-top, blokey accent. "well, oi's heard it once or twice eatin's rather important, yeknow? so oi's suppose you're right.. it is a past-time of mine. jolly good one, roight?" Stifling a snicker she kicked off into a gallop, following her nose as the trail headed uphill.