Nocturne Summit Tis a far cry from home for a poor lonely thing

The Taggerung had been met with two choices, you see. He could have followed his path through the prickly brambles and journeyed northeast for days more. 

Or he could scale a towering mountain. 

The Taggerung had been named as a warrior. It was an honorable thing to be named. He had always felt great pride for it...but you must understand that he was not fit to be much of a knight. The Taggerung never did have a knack for battle. All accounts he'd had of it had been rather pathetic. 

Even still, as he looked down across the new lands he had found, he wondered if he had cursed himself by shedding what it meant to be... the Taggerung. 

These thoughts were chased with a hum of song, perhaps a bit more somber than before.