Silvertip Mountain i’m afraid to leave the house

The Taggerung laughed heartily at the stranger’s request for the best adventure story in his book of tales. That was a tall order, the bard thought to himself with a small squint of his eyes.

Very well, let me tell you the tale of Thagrin and his brother Faramorn, Tagg decided with a small nod of his head. He drew his narrow snout back and cleared his throat.

Faramorn and Thagrin were born upon the very mountain that had fallen from Kojall’s back when he had been made mortal again. The mountain was a home to warriors and ruffians alike. Wolves who were sharp in fang would travel from far and wide to train beneath the pack that had claimed the mountain, the wolves of Kavastr.

The Taggerung eyed his audience to gauge how invested the listener was in that moment.