Silvertip Mountain pine and lavender

Many thoughts buzzed about in the bard’s mind. When Cluny offered the freedom to explore the mountain or to be given a tour, the Taggerung could not help but to blink thoughtfully before shaking his head.

My good man, I’ve taken more than enough of your time. Please, do enjoy yourself. When I see you again, I shall bring you a gift for your generosity and we will share stories.

The easy nature of his smile was enough to make that a promise. Tagg had no intention of leaving the trove he had discovered. Cluny might have frightened him, but he was still a curious wolf.

With a small bow of his head, the Taggerung turned and departed from the Scourge. A chilling brush of air reminded him that the summer months were ending. It would not take long before the mountain would be capped in snow.