Neverwinter nights enhanced edition romance options

A warm day the sun was dappling along the south quarter of his farmland, and I pulled down my hood. The time to reveal myself as Drow came one late afternoon. He did not ask why I wore my hood, and I slowly began to trust him. VICCY: Over time, we formed an awkward friendship. We spoke often, and I allowed the male to bring me supplies that I needed but could not acquire. My neighbor was Roran Midfallow, a stout, sunburned farmer. I was not looking to be a farmer, of course. I remained hooded at all times, and it was only a matter of time and materials before I would own my own homestead, away from prying eyes. I dropped your good name whenever necessary to remain on steady footing locally. VICCY: I made the attempt to purchase land on the outskirts of Beregost. Well, how have you survived since we parted ways? Children throwing apples, merchants loosing the hounds, hunters with their arrows.and for what? Tales around a dinner table, a few guffaws at a watering hole? It has been trying past endurance.

When your race is used as a bogeyman it is an uphill battle to even find a bag of dirt on a stable floor for the night. Tell me, what have you been up to since all the trouble with Sarevok happened? Perhaps I ramble on if you wish I'll stop bothering you.ДЎ. That does not mean other conflicts won't arise. VICCY: The war your half-brother nearly started. War? What are you talking about, Viconia?

The brink of war was averted, but the countryside remains hazardous to the citizenry. VICCY: It's a strange time along this Sword Coast. VICCY: So.what draws you to this part of Faerun? Amn? Athkatla? I seem to recall you mentioning something about a mission or some bother.

Neverwinter nights enhanced edition romance options