Bard's wait was surprisingly short, considering that the call of a druid was unknown in these lands. Before too long a pale shape had appeared in the misty forest, a coral-eyed beauty who held herself confidently. Bard's brows twitched upward, and a hum of appreciation vibrated in his chest. Heavens, they did grow them big and pretty here didn't they? She cut a most elegant figure standing there in the mists. "Dia dhuit. A fine morning tae ye, my lady." He bowed gallantly to her. "I am Bard Ciaran, known as Bard. I am a druid, and as is the duty of my order I am seeking tae become acquainted with the packs in this land, tae serve as a neutral intermediary between the packs and a vessel for the knowledge and history of the region, among other things." He had drawn himself up as he spoke, his pride in his calling evident. "Truly 'tis that I am extending the paw of friendship, rather than asking for anything of ye," he added, a calm smile turning up one side of his muzzle.
