Another teaser from far out, mostly to amuse myself

[Bob Schroeck]

Seamus studied the man and his belongings for a minute or so more
before coming to a decision. He backed off to the entrance to
the clearing, then called out loudly, "Hullo the house!"

The man sat up straight and opened his eyes. Even from this
distance Seamus could see that they were a bright, startling
blue. "Well, if it isn't himself come to call!" the man said
with a rumbling chuckle; his voice was deep and crisp. He stood
and, smiling broadly, made a "come here" gesture. "Well come,
Seamus Finnigan. I offer you my hospitality and my fire. Here,
sit and speak with me." He waved to the side of him opposite the
cloth and its contents, and another camp chair was suddenly
there.

Seamus started. "Y'know me name?" he blurted, and the man
chuckled again.

"Of course! You've been expected, young Seamus," he said.
"Come, share my fire."

Seamus shrugged to himself and joined the man at his fire. "If
y'don't mind me askin', sir," he said as he settled in, "what may
your name be?"

One auburn eyebrow lifted in surprise. "You've made it all the
way to me fire, and you don't know that? Well, lad, I've had
many names in many times and places, and I don't doubt you'd know
most of them, but with this face and these hands," and here he
held out his hands -- big, strong hands that at the same time
seemed deft and dexterous, "I'm known as Ogma of the trí dée
dána."

"Og-ogma?" Seamus twisted in his seat to stare at him. "*The*
Ogma?"

"Aye," Ogma said with tectonic chuckle. "But we're not here to
talk about me, boyo, but you."

"Me?" Seamus considered the possibility that waking this man had
been a bad idea.

"Aye," Ogma repeated. "And to decide if you're better suited to
bein' a bard or a druid."

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.