Ciar/Stereotypes

'Tis all a trial...

: You let the Old Ways die. We will right what you have wronged.

: Come. Follow. I have much to teach. Eyes half-lidded do no good.

: Slay and bury, first by the head. Then will they cease. Dust to dust.

: Wolves most dire. To be feared and respected. Honor their land, lest fang and claw be your end.

: Those yet linger that unfulfilled have died. Let me be your guide, biotáille

: A flock. Those who've yet to see, who can be made. To rebuild. To triumph.

: Aos sí. Respect, ignore, or conquer. It is to them to decide.

Brothers. Sisters. I hold yer' mem'ries close.