Greetings all, forgive me of my absence, I have been elsewhere. It looks like a fine time you have all had here.

Looking about the party, he sees a host of gods. By the gods! Its Morrigan herself! Or wait, wheres Nemedh or Badb? Perhaps it isn't her .... there certainly aren't any lustful men, well lustful enough to kill I think, about or blood spilling ....

Another, more terrible thought creeps upon him why no one is with this lady, except for perhaps a friend or servant, if she is left alone and no one to dance wit, why no telling how many shall shed thier blood to her!

Under his breath, William says "... So for the greater good of these people, the lengthening of thier lives, and the avoidance of any slight upon this womans honour, I shall boldl and bravely complete the task bestowed upon me to love, and to cherish, but most importantly wetten thy lips with mead, and dance!"

Grabbing a mug, he downs it a bit sooner then needs be and walks toward the Lustful looking lady ...

"Mam? Morrigan, mam ... May I have this dance with you this night?"

Will he be cut down and feed to the ravenous ravens or shall he be spared and not loose a single strand of hair?