Aye, me lad, there be a touch o' the Irish here as well!
*has an squire roll off a green barrel from the wagon*
There now, that should do y'ah for a while. Merry tales and dancin' for all!
Ne're yee er' be forgetin' the the Stag King nor the reason Sir Patric dove out the snakes. They still be on the island, but ner' close to the clovers o' the North. Just ask any leprachaun, for he would boast the whole story to thee and drink most o' that ale in the process.
*Draws away the wagon to get another keg*