Ah, the young one returns from the hunt.
Oho, such a plump, juicy tail this is! Thank you, thank you. These are a favorite of mine.
Before I came to be here, I was in Lakeland. There I lived amidst men for many years.
In the time before the Flood, a great battle was joined at the Source. With my master upon my back, I charged into the fray against the forces of the Shadowkeeper.
Countless many fell that day. Though I was fortunate to escape with my life, I did not escape wholly unscathed, taking grievous wounds at the hands of enemy soldiers who had assumed wolf-like forms.
Such were my injuries, it was believed I would never walk again, never mind fly. Yet my master never forsook me. He nursed me back to health, feeding me a nutritious diet of green glider tails, and I eventually made a full recovery.
Seeing the tail now, I cannot help but be reminded of those golden days. The days I spent with the elvenfolk. Thank you, young one, for giving me the chance to relive them.