In Tara's experience in Ireland, most people were pretty nice, and the few bad experiences she had had were mostly in the city and a few ignorant folk who just wouldn't let go of their prejudices. This man seemed like none of those, his voice was low and musical, and he was obviously courteous.  Momentarily she flashed back to the last two that seemed to have come in through the back door, but neither were anything like this man.<br/><br/>She glanced over her shoulder to her aunt still kneading dough, and stepped back, a warm smile on her face, illuminating her bright blue eyes. "Of course, 'sides, its quite chilly out there, and you'll be much warmer in the kitchen. Please come in."  Tara pulled the door further open so that he could enter.  He must be cold considering how well he had wrapped himself in his cloak.  She peered outside towards the trees, frowning slightly, not liking the thought that something might still be out there watching them even now.<br/><br/>"Aunt Mary Lin?  We have company this morning... This is..."  Tara regarded the young man, with an appealing smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear your name..."  With an unconscious grace, she went over to the stove and pulled out a tray of rolls, the warm yeasty aroma filling the air of the kitchen.  "Why don't you sit down, we'll get you something warm to drink. Tea? Coffee?"