Alistair heres the strain of elven poetry floating through the forest, he follows its eldritch path and is suprised by the cyclopean edifice that is Castle Mudcat. As he has wandered in the wilderness for many, many moons, he is overjoyed to once again find his way back to this Camelot, this eldorado, this valley of the blue moon. Many travails has he passed and illness laid him low. But now he knows he is back amongst the warm friendship of good people. He enters through the castle gates and is greeted by the warmth and music of the main hall. He unslings his harmonica and suts by the roaring fire. His face lights up as he sees his old comrade Big Mick...still lusting after the fair but coquettish Alison.

Alistair draws off a mug of nutty brown ale and relaxes once again. Hi everyone.