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The Taggerung listened intently to the devil's story. There was no need for him to speak while the other offered his tale. The bard found the information that had been given to be thoroughly intriguing. 

A bear spirit that lives inside this wolf, he mused to himself faintly. There was a tale that was worthy of being told. 

What is this bear called? What is his goal? Tagg asked after a moment. He did not wish to invade another man's religious affairs or beliefs. The bard was nothing more than a vagabond of the words of others. He had lived his entire life with a song in his heart and a thirst for the next greatest story. 

When will you be satisfied? he inquired with a swift grin and a pointed stare.