Neverwinter Forest you ask me what I'm thinking about, I'll tell you what I'm thinking about

backdated! attn @Mal ; with @Bronco and @Keres

 

Taking an alternative route, the matriarch paused before the border of Neverwinter and still gave it ample berth. We will not call, she drawled, looking to Bronco and Keres, we must wait. If Nyra, or any other Saint, was within earshot—they would not hear from them in this way, at least. She wondered if Mal himself might meet with her, but then... there were a myriad of other scents that gathered her interest, too. Subtle, it was difficult to distinguish whether or not they were new or old. She lingered in the rain, licking her chops as she waited alongside Keres and Bronco.