"Nights of storm, for shelter I ask those of my Sir Father's kin," he recounts, "Some give hospitality & Others turn away, but few have ever been as foolish enough to tempt unknowingly the Rage, even with flowery words to that say two things." He takes a deep breath, though does not stop playing, "My vows to aid can only be recanted three ways; acceptance of, denying of, or rudeness from. The latter most from the Lady of the Tuatha de Danu she has brought without knowing, and allows me to refuse aid if asked of, as she did me." He chuckles, "Unless the Lady can swallow her pride & know why & how to apologize."