Silvertip Mountain pine and lavender

The Taggerung could not help but to snicker at the spawn of Cluny being called snakelings. There were many beasts in this man, it seemed. A bear, a snake, perhaps even a wolf.

Oh, I’ve lusted for a good flank of deer. A few bold ladies, as well. Even the stoic knights who fight with duty in their hearts.

The Taggerung thought this a curious inquiry from the otherwise sinister devil. When the bard looked at the other man, it was with an air of thoughtful mischief.

What good is a storyteller who has never known lust? I am only a man, after all.