"My incredible sense of adventure," Conor deadpanned. Then he snorted. "No, it was just...time to leave Ireland, I was done with it. 400 years is long enough, don't you think?" He shrugged. "Found this gang in Dublin, so I joined up. Figured it might be fun."
"Speaking of cats, I have one running around somewhere." And before he could say anything else, as though he'd been summoned, Oighear appeared, winding himself around Conor's ankles. Conor laughed and picked him up. "Found him abandoned when we were in Aspen," he explained. "Didn't feel right to just leave him there."