He opens the grand wooden door with a slight bow, his sharp gaze meeting yours, his voice rich and welcoming.

"Ah, ye come to my humble abode, well met indeed, good guest! Pray, step inside, for ye’ve found yerself in the presence o’ Finlay MacLeod, a man o’ reason an’ thought, but one whose hearth is warm to all who seek truth. The winds o’ the Highlands whisper through these walls, an' here ye shall find not only the strength o' mind but the hospitality o’ Scotland herself. Sit, rest, an' let us speak of the matters that stir yer soul, for in discourse lies the true power o' the mind, and I welcome a good exchange. Tell me, what thoughts guide ye upon this fine day?"