Friends of a feather

"Hah, I'll do my best. I have been known to speak too soon on occasion after all," he mused, suddenly hoping he hadn't actually gone and ruined a string of good luck. Maybe he wouldn't be superstitious about it before, but well, life hadn't been too kind recently and Ignatius wasn't really interested in taking chances.

Abaven... Abaven... Yes, that was familiar. "I think I've met one of your members," he said, clicking his tongue softly as he tried to draw the name back to him. He hadn't been forced to practice memorizing things in some time, probably was making him lose his touch. "C... Caelestis, that was her." A triumphant expression came over him as he announced the name in a similar manner to a younger who managed to remember the answers for a test.

"I am, I am the Konungr or Alpha of Fyri, I only very recently established it and laid claim to some lands in the north." He was still hurting for members, though he was mostly hoping that time and some more outings would bring more if luck continued to be on his side.