Moonsong Glacier torn butterfly wings

The question sprung from the devil’s lips was one that brought a joyful laugh from the bard’s chest.

Of course, yes, of course, the Taggerung nodded intently. Let me not disappoint you in this search, aye?

The golden wolf was a musical thing. Most of what he carried in his mind was comprised of tales so fanciful, none could believe them. Tagg was a performer, too, we must not forget. Any skilled entertainer should seek to understand their audience’s desires.

The Taggerung felt he should listen closely to this fellow’s words. He did not seem a boy who would stand being trifled with.