Eiltin was outside not far from where he lived practicing composition for the bardic arts. It wasn’t something that he used much but his father insisted that he at least practice with it since it was a rare gift to have talent in. He sung a couple of lines to Ruarc, his dog who was on the ground not far from him.

“What do you think of that,” he asked the dog who in return gave a look that Eiltin could tell meant he thought it was not bad. Of course he liked anything about hunting so Eiltin knew he was getting a bias review. Then all of a sudden the large dog stood up as it sensed someone approaching  and taking the hint Eiltin listen for the sound of footstep approaching which were not far away.

Based on Ruarc’s reaction it was a friend and not a foe so Eiltin was not too concerned. Once the visitor got closer he turned his head and said, “Hello, and may I inquire as to the nature of your visit today.”