"To some degree you have me at a disadvantage. I have my suspicions as to whom you are, but no, I do not know who you are."
Arfaron rubbed the palm of his right hand as he considered the Sidhe lord before him, his stare much like Finn's - the gaze of a predatory animal examining it's surroundings.
"They still tell tales of the King of the Daoine Sidhe of Cnoc Meadha, before he left his kingdom to explore other worlds. Pray tell Cousin, would that be you?"