[sblock=Enko and Ryon]Brann's eyes light up when Enko pulls out the bread, and he darts forward and snatches the proferred hunk out of your hand, stuffing it into his mouth in quite unseemly haste. "Ahh. 'Twas a modest repast, grudgingly given, but a kindness all the same. I like ye, so I'll tell ye a bit o' prattle ye be needing to know. Ye aren't where ye think ye are. Ye be in the Fey realms now. You've passed beyond the Veil on a Straight Track to the heart of the Summer Court. That means nought to ye, I'm sure, but know ye these three things:
Firstly, e'en the most gracious of the People here will prove fell to those greedy or rude, and e'en the most vicious will return respect with respect. Gifts an' insults must both be repaid in kind.
Secondly, neither eat nor drink save what ye brought with ye. The fruit of the Fey Realm is ev'ry bit as subtle and tricksy as its People.
And finally, and above all else, stay on the Path. The Path will always go where ye need to go, though the route be long and may take its own time to bring ye there.
Now, because ye will forget, or stray, or be tricked from your proper course, I'll teach ye this rhyme. Thrice you may call it, and if I hear I will come to aid as best I am able. Call it a fourth time, and ye owe me a debt, which I shall surely reclaim. Ready?" Here he waits for a moment, then in a singsong voice, intones,
"Come Brann of Llyg, Come Brann of Llyg,
By branch and bough and tinder twig."
He cocks his head at you again, and says in his normal voice, "Now I've done as I've been asked, and I bid ye both good day. The one ye seek ye shall find, all in good time. Remember, follow the Path! And now I'll be off, as I came, in hop and a pop a burst of flame." And he spins twice on his heels and is consumed into a column of flame that vanishes as quickly as it began, leaving nothing but a faint scorch mark on the ground where Brann of Llyg once stood.[/sblock]
