The assembled Brigadiers whooped and cheered as you caught the berries in your mouth, and as Hulwen addressed the vintners, he felt a heavy hand clap down upon his shoulder. "A glorious drink, as always! By Summer's Light, it's good to see you Hulwen!"

Standing behind Hulwen is a stout, burly creature, his massive mane of hair braided with thorny vines wrapped around pitch black onyx. A heavy club is slung across his back, and the two eyes that poke out from the bush of hair and beard twinkle with mischief. Fíon Dubh, Lord of Rolling Thunder and leader of the Blackberry Brigade, a korred whose massive strength was only matched by his boundless appetite for food and drink. "Ah, but it seems the rumors that caught my ear were true. Our foundling lad has grown into a Prince of the Realm! To what do we owe the honor of your visit to our humble garden?"

Fíon bowed comically low, almost losing his balance and bumping Hulwen a little in the process. The other Brigadiers couldn't quite manage to stifle their chuckles, until Fíon steadied himself and shot them a dirty look. "Ach, forgive the poor manners of my cohorts here. Can we offer you a drink and a meal, Your Royal Highness?"