As the youngest son of a Lochlann family, I was raised to be a poet by trade. To put food in my belly, I have hired myself out as a boatman and in recent years I have been a member of a fianna and a student of the legendary Scáthach.

When my cousin Flidais passed on, I descended into despair. My only hope was in the wee child she left behind in this realm, a child I have sworn to see raised to lead the Niafer. When the child, Fiachra, was kidnapped by the outlaws of Magh Croimor, I followed after and earned their trust. I stole moments here and there with Fiachra, getting him used to me. I, in turn, got used to his fosterer, Baine the Ravenmay. I could very easily see myself settling down with Baine and Fiachra and finally establishing myself as a legitimate court poet...if her kinsman Eachan will have me.