Moonsong Glacier torn butterfly wings

Oh, no, sir. You give me too much credit. I’ve only been witness to just under a thousand, see, the Taggerung returned with a chuckle.

The devil was frightening, but the bard did not find himself bothered by the peculiar intensity. After all, the man who claimed to be of the bears had not given Taggerung a reason to fear him. Not if you put aside the state of his features or the way he spoke, of course.

What say you then? Any sign of our spirit? the bard called in a songbird’s voice to his prowling partner.