Silvertip Mountain pine and lavender

It seemed that his response was a pleasing one to Cluny. The Taggerung returned his smile with a swift spread of his lips and a flash of shimmering white teeth.

Then, Cluny began to tell a story for himself. A tale of a woman who had saved his life within the mountains. The bard listened intently, the smile still playing along his features effortlessly. The telling was short, and the golden bard was invited in effortlessly.

Ah, women can be such fleeting things. They travel with the wind, whichever way they will it to blow.

The Taggerung chuckled earnestly.

Perhaps she has flown away upon it.