NPC
Mother Nare
I am Mother Nare. I keep Moonrest, its old obligations, and the truths Sarpana prefers to remember only after blood has already been spilled.
Conversation
In Their Words
You step beneath Moonrest's antlers, ribbons, and smoke-dark beams. The shrine smells of resin, cold ash, and old vows. Mother Nare watches you with the calm severity of someone deciding whether you are here to help the dead or merely add to their noise.
The city speaks too quickly when fear finds its tongue.