The Sunspire You don't know how the words go, but you sort of sang along

Tambourine had never expressed an interest in exploring beyond the Keep, mostly because he simply wasn't. But boredom was one hell of a drug and before the juvenile really knew what he was doing or where he was going, he was miles away from the safety of the willows. He found himself at the feet of mountains on either side, the monoliths casting frigid shadows over him. He paused to sniff the air and inspect his surroundings, then kept walking until yet another peak cut off his path.

He glanced off to his left, noting a small bypass that led elsewhere. Intrigued, he shifted in that direction but didn't yet take a step. Instead, he cocked his head as if listening to some invisible presence whispering into his ear. He then pulled an abrupt about face and began climbing the crag to the west. Although his feet were big and his long legs occasionally unwieldy, he had enough experience crawling all over the foothills back home to ascend without tumbling ass over teakettle back down the mountainside.

Eventually, the youth found himself on an overhang, panting. He took a moment to catch his breath, then peered around himself. The sky was growing overcast, bits of cold rain splattering his face and back, but this didn't deter Tambourine in the least. He caught a whiff of something that smelled incredibly tantalizing and as soon as he felt ready again, he continued his upward march, with visions of mountain sheep dancing in his head.