Silvertip Mountain O'er the deeps and wild waters of seas

Their time shared had been brilliant, enjoyable beyond measure. The Taggerung had not realized just how much he enjoyed having a companion who allowed him to do all the talking. He hadn’t needed to pause his story – not once – for her to weigh in with opinions on how it might end. In fact, the woman with the red nape was positively delightful company. She did not need words, he had found.

The bard happily followed her, accompanying the woman on her patrol and then bidding her a lovely day. He hoped he would see her again, that they might share another moment together in which he could test a new tale, try his tongue at poetry. The Taggerung was delighted at having made a new friend.