Silvertip Mountain There were no seasons in the cave

Arielle was quick to oblige, offering him more examples of fragrances that triggered specific emotional responses for her. The Taggerung listened intently, his mind churning words over and over until he believed that he had a good idea of what kind of tale he could create based on such things. It thrilled him. The bard grinned and his hips swung from side to side with the sway of his tail.

She wished to know what kind of story he might make with the things she had told him. The Taggerung looked to her, his eye squinted and his grin crooked.

There was once a huntress called Vaerin who was known for her sharp nose and keen eyes. I think it would be rather fun to tell a tale of the huntress without the ability to see, the bard answered with a soft chuckle. To be tested by the gods, her sight will be stolen from her and she must find her way through a maze of wilderness by scent alone. Imagine what an adventure! The Taggerung was thoroughly overjoyed with the premise.