Northstar Vale [m] but I'm as good once as I ever was

she inquires about his found treasures, imploring him for a story. but there was a reason he travelled light.

oh, no doubt i've thought so. he responds with a jovial chuckle, thinking back to the things he brought his mother as a cub. pretty things. morbid things. things that he thought described the elder's stories.

but nothing recently. at least ... nothing worth sharing.

nothing that made a good story; offering a sheepish and apologetic shrug of his shoulders.