Ahhh...the warmth from the hearth heateth the very marrow in mine bones. Grammercy, Lady Caitrin, by your gracious leave, I seek rest in reasonable comfort for myself and my merry Mudcatters. My pipers are blowing steam from their drones! Ahhh..food, wine, and "the tables groaned under the merriment upon them" (one of my favorite quotes by Sir Watty Scott)--right heartening fare. I'll not toach the absynthe nor sack tonight--but a cup of hot chocolate would please me truly. My, how the wind howls tonight; I am forced by necessity to don a treble layer of kilts, for the road was hard, and mine moustaches and goatee are lined with rime. Verily, the Sidhe we passed emanated music of which I hath rarely given ear to. I've brought my medieval and renaissance guitar tunes with me, safely entombed in my sporran! Oh! And here be my Imperial guitar carrier! Now, beloved Dauphin, wilt thou please the folk with tender tune upon thy sweet strings? Now how wouldst thou like a pavane with thy sup?

--Mbo