Neverwinter Forest stinky pinky and sheldon

He shrugged, I don't know. They didn't say. It was almost a year ago. Three wolves appeared and tried to convince me to come with them. I refused, they attacked each other. I didn't exactly go back to ask. It wasn't 100% accurate any more, but it was close enough that if she'd asked anyone involved they could probably pin down the event -- only problem was everyone in that thread was dead now, aside from Mal, not that he knew.

Like an army? But made up of wolves of several packs? If he was understanding right, at least. He was making a bit of a jump there, but if it took power from Nightwalkers, she was all for it. Make them weaker, make them decide there might be better pastures elsewhere. I've been planning to go talk to Moonspear, he pondered aloud, and left it at that. They'd just met and all, so giving away his timeframe wasn't exactly high up on his list. But I agree. There world out there isn't all sparkles and joy. There is always something out there. I'm curious to hear more of what you are planning. The playfulness had mostly faded. This was business, after all.