Silvertip Mountain pine and lavender

The question felt like a trap, or a trick of sorts. Cluny was absolutely testing the Taggerung, of that the bard was certain. The devilish Scourge had a keen mind about him, no matter how ruthless he may have been. If the bard could not keep himself interesting, the devil would grow bored.

Oh, Cluny, my good man. You needn’t fill me with words, the Taggerung assured his one-eyed companion with a hearty chuckle. I will take any that you offer, but I am quite capable of crafting stories from what I see.

The Taggerung eyed the cyclops with an interested glint to his gaze.

I only expect I’ll leave if there is nothing left to tell. Nothing left to fill my mind and weave my tales. The remark was made intentionally vague.