When the daughter of Ireland, Ryann, finally became aware of Rioghan's shared heritage and spoke up, there was little the Champion could offer. Before mouth put sound to words his face painted a picture to prepare her, with his soft, concerned eyes.<em>"I am sorry sister, but I have been here a long time. I have no word from home."</em>It had been so long since he had spoken to another who knew his native tongue, what a refreshing experience to use it once more! It raised his spirits just to know there was one who could understand him and indulge him with hearing it. Such a pleasant language compared to what was bombarded on his ears by those all around him.<br/><br/><em>"You could be here for a long time before you earn enough to buy your way to freedom sister, stay by me. I'll teach you what I can. Think not that compliance is weakness, surviving is the greatest rebellion we can make against them. They expect our death on the sands."</em>It would be a sad day when the Celtic champion's blood had poured on the sands so much that he died. But he had no plans to die any time soon.