Nocturne Summit Tis a far cry from home for a poor lonely thing

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And there it was, a foreign voice that sounded within his tall auds, swiveling them atop his head of gold. As the Taggerung turned to face his approacher, it was with a cheery grin - pointed teeth glinted in the light. 

Oi! Jolly good, my man, jolly good, the Taggerung exclaimed in a jovial way. 

A wily grin and a swift sway of his tail met the company who had been introduced proudly as Kynareth Deagon. The bard had not missed the commanding confidence that this large figure displayed. 

I am the Taggerung, good sir! A bard from a distant land called the Farthing Wood. And what do I owe the pleasure o' noble Deagon? 

Confidence displayed in a different way, but confident he was. The approacher was not hostile and had shown nothing more than curious kindness in their short conversation. The Taggerung could not help but to eye him with interest. 

Oh, the songs he could sing of a man such as that...