Silvertip Mountain i’m afraid to leave the house

If he could have, the Taggerung would have lifted his hand to his chest and recoiled ever so slowly at the initial response. The lack of hands did not stop the bard from blinking swiftly and shaking his head. 

Something was wrong, or the stranger was wildly confused, there could have been no other answer. The Taggerung gazed upon the dismal shape with a small smile and a flick of his tail. 

I'm afraid I'm not the fellow you're looking for, if you need someone to feed you to a god. Is there another option, perhaps? Tell you a story, maybe? Of course he would suggest something in his wheelhouse.