I hope, somebody is still remembering me from Tara - I have a long, really long journey behind me. But now, I'm here again, pulled my armchair close to the hearth - and, as usual if I feel the call of the dreams and the spirits around us, I'm sitting back, holding a chalice full of dark ruby wine, and gazing at the dance of the flames...

If you are at rest, and your soul is tranquil, maybe also you can hear their song!

I'm a bard, and I must be on my way always. So you wouldn't be able to find me here at home too often - but don't be affraid, I will realize your presence... and as I arrived home, I will grab a bottle, and once you will hear a knock on your door... very soon.

But if you want, you can reach me through Dyrac - you shouldn't be frightened of him, I know, he's a dragon, but if you think that dragons are to be feared, then you don't know anything about the dragons... he's loyal to me, and you can tell him anything, he will fly as the wind and soon I'll hear your words, as you were spoken them into my ears.