Aye, some stories need to be told.'
Tis I, the Great Hound of Tulloch-Great Beast to my Lady Murran Davidson-she who has come from the Isle in the mists-Iona of Old.
Long have I been at watch by her side.
Long have I been her companion and cherished friend and she my great Mistress.
Long have been our days together. But that is another story to be told.
Honored we are by the tale and the memory of the Great Beast Braxton.
Honored also by the tale of the Valkyries--Praise and Honor to the life of Braxton.
Blessed be Stepan.
Blessed be Braxton.
Huzzah to the Great white Sage and the Great Gumba.
Honor and fealty for the welcome given to us in the Northron Regions.
My Lady and her Lord have chosen to settle in the castle of Glen na Gael, in the Northron Regions, not far from the Great Gumba. From our vantage points we can visualize one anothers turrets upon a fair summer eve. I, the Great Hound do believe that there will be some feasting and merry times, some holy times and other times between my Lady Murran, her Lord, and the Great Gumba and his wife, Kerry the Bard.I am looking forward to the feasting and the company and what falls to the floors during the feasting--and will think on Braxton who will not be among us.

Aye.

Thus sayeth the Great Hound of Tulloch.

Huzzah to The Great Hound of Tulloch.

So Sayeth the Great White Sage of the Northron Regions.