and Arecomici stands his. The dark penetrating eyes burn into the person of Cumhaill MacRoth. Silently the two would be foes stand toe to toe, each waiting for the next step in this dance of egos.

The glare upon Arecomici turns to a smile and a deep roaring laugh bellows from his heart.

"Come my friend, let me buy you a drink! Nor worthier foe I have found in all of Eire!"