Stavanger Bay gently, gently, the constellations aligned

His own bitterness was met with kindness and an introduction. Though the healing aspect of her visit was quite intriguing, there was something about her name that struck out. “Deirdre?” he echoed slowly, as if attempting the recall the memory that her name was associated with. He dwelled on this matter for a few moments as he attempted to remember where he had heard the name from. He could grasp at fragments of that memory-- the fight with Cypress, the gathering of the boys in her arms-- but he couldn’t quite grasp just what the witch had to do with it all.

Frowning, he craned his neck forward in an attempt to get a better look at her, but that still did not help ring any bells.
“You’ve been mentioned to me before,” he called with a frown. “Long ago. I just can’t remember the context of it all.” He sighed and turned away slightly so he was looking to the den’s wall.

“Come in.”