"Blackwind... sounds a little ominous doesn't it!" Mallious grins, "The local tales all tell of all sorts of crazy tales... like a deer who got his antlers...you probably don't want to hear about this."
"Still its nothing but superstition, and now I know I have where I want to live... huge garden, warm beds, even state of the art technology, We have a Telegraph linked to the nearest post office! Just for us!" Mallious moves his paws in a dramatic fashion. "I probably ought to leave the whiskey for a bit..." Mal grins, and finishes his one glass.