Neverwinter Forest There's no luck except where there's discipline

Faolán's ears pricked in absolute intrigue as he took in the words spoken to him. It wasn't what they contained, no. . .the mahogany wolf had the lilt of his father, his brothers. A stronger brogue, surely, but there it was. The sound of it gave him a small pang of homesickness, the image of his family brought suddenly to mind by Kieran's speech.

"Pleased to meet you, Kieran," Faolán responded with a smile. "I--" His voice broke, tone astonished. His smile grew wider, into a grin, his eyes fixed on the large male's face. "I'm sorry if this is forward of me, but do you. . .mind telling me where you come from?" He chuckled in amazement. "It's just that. . .your voice, your accent. . .it sounds like my family's. Like mine. I haven't heard anything like it in. . .so long."