Ciarán Cú. You'll be able to recognize me...The scales under my eyes match my facial tattoos.

[ Small favors, that.

Berserker gingerly puts weight on his leg, the wound sufficiently closed enough for him. The pain is there, but that's fine -- he can endure that much. ]

I don't know how much longer this lull will last...Let's go before they catch us by surprise.