Welcome to Gaia! ::

*Maggie squirms, ticklish as ever* 'Tis . .. 'tis true though! *she insists, struggling to speak clearly through her laughter*

*Maggie flushes all over again, shakes her head and just smiles up at him, her laughter melting into a happy sort of sigh. She draws closer, starting to say something ... but then she's gone before she can even form the words. Within a few moments, the toys on the floor vanish as well*

**Exit Maggie**

**Enter Dafyd**

*Dafyd fades into the Brink seated at one of the tables. Instead of his customary armor, he wears a tunic of deep blue samite embroidered about the sleeves and collar with thread of gold. He holds a dark piece of bread in his hand and tears at it with his teeth. After chewing and swallowing, he opens his eyes and notes he is now in the Brink's feast hall. Curious. Has the master of this place summoned him for their meeting?*

*he sees a man standing not far from him. He takes another bite of the bread and sets the rest on the table. Brushing the crumbs from his hands and his face and approaches the man*

*Dafyd appraises the man carefully. He's seen this man before. This was one of his strange benefactors the day of the ambush. Dafyd clearly remembers the gold cross this man were around his neck. He had taken him for a priest. However, the man does not look like a priest today. His clothes are unlike anything Dafyd has ever seen, and yet he can tell at once they're well tailored from quality fabrics. There is a large gold cuff on the man's left wrist with a strange jewel set in the center.*

*Certainly this man appears wealthy enough to be master of this place, and yet he recalls Lwc's rather disrespectful tone toward this man. He does not know their relationship, but he knows of no master who would allow his servant to speak to him so. Perhaps they are of the same blood.*

*In any case, this man looks nothing like the Cat.*

*Dafyd clears his throat*

Well enough, I thank you. *he presses his hand against his side and smiles faintly*

The wound healed so cleanly that there is barely a scar. The people of my time laugh at me in their cups. "That is no sword wound! He wandered drunkenly into some whore's tent and the wanton nymph gave him a love bite for his trouble."

Still, a little mockery is worth the price of a life. Wouldn't you agree?

And I am most grateful for the assistance. If no one has informed you, I am Syr Dafyd.

Well met. *Dafyd grips Bard's hand firmly in both hands, nodding in understanding*

You are the bard that Lwc and Maggie have mentioned. I am honored to meet you Cai ap Awen. The gifts of bards are much appreciated in my land. Are you in the service of the master of this place?