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No, not a fright at all.

The bard nodded to the cyclops' stare with a cheery wink. 

For your ghosts have not shown their faces to me yet. This was spoken in a matter-of-fact way. The Taggerung was not unpleasant with his tone. He did not wish his company to think that he could be so easily frightened by stories of a past he had never lived. Beneath the gleam of his smile was a trickle of jealousy. The devil wolf had such stories in him, tales that would wonder even the harshest critic. 

The Taggerung regarded the question carefully. 

Kojall is the first wolf, a wolf who carried mountains upon his spine, and a god. All the wild wolves of strong fang and strength are his kin. A wolf not to be trifled with, Tagg responded with a small nod. There were a number of tales that had come from the great mountain. 

The bard had always thought Kojall to be an ambitious and cunning disaster.