Swiftcurrent Creek Bhí mé Prionsa i measc go leor

Kieran wasn’t so much insulted as he was put off by the attitude met at the borders. He knew very well that you needed to protect your borders, he wore the scar to prove it, and held the emotional baggage too. However, he also knew that manners were effortless and gentleman should remember that.

Kieran looked at the white female that came forward and listened ot her words. He didn’t think his common tongue was that hard, though he supposed his brogue was strong and a bit off putting, but he just couldn’t help it. He just couldn’t get the jest of the common language.

Kiearan listened to what they needed and spoke " Den it’s gran' dat i’m both a warrior an' a protector nigh isn’t it. ah babes they are de life blud av a family an' shud be protected an' treated as such "
He looked at both of them again and bowing a little at the chest he spoke softly " Scon are kieran o’malley so'tiz a pleasure ter meet yer both."