3/17/2016 Overlooking the falls

Standing in a hidden clearing overlooking the falls is a middle aged man wearing a dark colored kilt and bright green shirt, he's surrounded by several kegs of ale and alcohol as well as some very old and dusty bottles with labels so worn by age it's all but impossible to read them. Oisin Argyll, or Song in the Storm to those who know him sits celebrating Saint Patrick's day, while most would assume he has been deep in his drink he has barely touched it, instead he meditates holding a paper written in Gaelic and whispers to himself as he reads it.

Liam wanders by, holding a flask, looking out over the broken Falls.

"Hundred years since the Easter Rising. Hell of a thing, time."

He takes a small swig at that.

"Anything I can help ya with lad?"

::Oisin puts his paper down and smiles genuinely:: Aye, you see I have a bit of a problem. I seem to have brought too much to drink and not enough people. I've come to celebrate life, death, and everything in between. ::He opens his sporran and removes a shot glass with a stags head on the bottom:: Join me?

" Well, I'd hate to leave you in such a pickle, 'caurse I'd be glad to help ya. "

::Oisin waves his hand towards the variety of drink available:: Bar's open, help yourself