The Goats of Breastion
by Jesse Teller
Breastion Flurryfist loved goats. As chief of his mighty tribe, he decreed no one harm a single hair on these precious creatures. When he died, his wife slaughtered and fed his goats to the tribe at his funeral feast. The men began a song that lives in infamy on the mountains of Neather. So grab a mug and toast to the fallen Flurryfist chief, with the ballad of the Goats of Breastion!