"Good morning, Janet. I'm Dorgan. And the villagers speak too flattering about my skills. I'm just a humble old man living in the forest with my son and I know a little bit about herbs and medicine."<br/><br/>The old man releases his son's ear.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry he startled you. He likes to play pranks on unsuspecting visitors. He's really harmless." Dorgan says as he smiles at her.<br/><br/>"Could I interest you in a nice cup of tea ?" he asks and not awaiting the anwser he shouts at his son.<br/><br/>"And you good for nothing run back to the hut and put on the kettle."<br/><br/>"Yes, Father, I will obey, as you know I always do what you say." the young man responds still whispery and he runs off. This time as a normal human being.<br/><br/>"Forgive my son, he has part of his mother's nature."