Silvertip Mountain There were no seasons in the cave

The Taggerung scooped up the remaining herbs in his mouth and nodded to Arielle. The dark figure even offered a humble statement regarding her ability, that she was still learning and that she would try to answer any questions the bard might have.

When Tagg was just about to inquire about an herb that might ease a nasty toothache, Arielle asked him a lovely question. The bard tilted his head with curious merriment in his gaze, a small laugh bubbling from behind the herbs he held. I think I rather like the smell of maple wood, he answered her in a bubbly tone. What about you?