Haunted Wood All eyes were upon the Taggerung

Well, she seemed to like the idea of composing a musical ditty for her home – Moonglow – and the Taggerung could not have been more willing to share this.

There was something delightful about her joy for her pack. This very noticeable pride reminded the bard of his home in the farthing wood, his Ruddaring. Oh, he did miss them all very much. There was nothing that could be done about the pangs of homesickness he felt. One day he would return to them with songs and stories that he would tell until his end day.

And it shall have one!

The Taggerung’s voice rang out with mirth, with confidence that came only from the heart of a performer.

Tell me, Shikoba, what do you love about Moonglow? What is it that makes it your home, you see?

And the Taggerung looked at her with the utmost interest.