Moonsong Glacier torn butterfly wings

Oh, you always were the clever sort, Cluny.

The bard hummed with a chuckle.

Of course, if this was the true Cluny the Scourge, the Taggerung knew what sort of trouble would be carried anywhere he went. The Scourge was a devil too, one who was capable of terrible things. What a marvelous discovery, if this was true. A marvelous discovery, indeed.

Over there, see, the Taggerung exclaimed. The bard pointed his dark nose toward a slight mound upon the earth, a shimmer of white that had flickered atop it.