The Hound of Ulster/Legend of the Hound

Legend of the Hound is the first issue in the Mystic Comics series The Hound of Ulster.

Transcript
A man is seen in front of a fire, using it to warm his hands before looking up, seeing a small group of young adventurers sitting in front of him. The man, Cathbad, leans forward and points at the group. It suddenly cuts to a woman, Deichtine, hunting birds with her brother, the king of Ulster Conchobar mac Nessa. Deichtine manages to hit one of the birds, which falls to the ground. Deichtine picks up the dead bird and looks out into the horizon. Conchobar looks behind him and sees a massive amount of clouds heading towards them. A shadowy man in a hood is seen walking towards them. The hut is revealed to be far larger and mansion-like on the inside.
 * Cathbad: So, fine young lads and lassies. You've come to hear the tale of Cú Chulainn. Well, before any of that you'll need to know how Cú Chulainn came to be. You see, Cú Chulainn is a simple nickname. The boy's real name... is Sétanta.
 * Conchobar: Great shot, Deichtine!
 * Deichtine: Thank you Conchobar. Although I'm still not sure why we're hunting these birds specifically.
 * Conchobar: They're magic, sister! one bite will fill a grown man up for nine days!
 * Deichtine: Impressive. But I’m a woman.
 * Conchobar: You know what I mean.
 * Deichtine: I suppose.
 * Deichtine: ...Brother, what is that?
 * Conchobar: What is...
 * Conchobar: Damn. Snowstorm it seems. I was told there'd be one but I didn't think it'd come this fast and rapidly. It’s almost like its fate...
 * Deichtine: I doubt it's fate, but we probably should find somewhere to hide. Snowstorms aren't known for being light, Conchobar.
 * Conchobar: Right again, sister.
 * Cathbad (narration): And so they began their search for shelter. But it took far too long and before they knew it, the storm was upon them. They were cold, hungry, and very lost. They were convinced that death was upon them. That is until...
 * Conchobar: Whatever you're after, we don't have it. We're--
 * Hooded Man: Aren't you Conchobar mac Nessa? king of Ulster?
 * Conchobar: ...Yes?
 * Hooded Man: Long way from home, aren't you? what brings you here?
 * Conchobar: I heard rumors of magical birds and wanted to hunt them for my people.
 * Hooded Man: Good man you are. The rumors I heard of your kindness were clearly true.
 * Conchobar: Reveal yourself.
 * Hooded Man: My name isn't of importance to you. Though my hut most likely would be.
 * Deichtine: Hut?
 * Hooded Man: Indeed. A warm hut that you can stay in while the snowstorm passes.
 * Conchobar: How do I know I can trust you?
 * Hooded Man: If I killed you or robbed you I would be instantly thrown in prison. You're the king after all. There is no benefit to me committing a crime against you.
 * Conchobar: And what's the benefit of helping me?
 * Hooded Man: I'd be in the good graces of the king of Ulster. That's benefit enough.
 * Conchobar: Good point.
 * Cathbad (narration): They followed the strange hooded man to his hut and entered.
 * Deichtine: Damn... I mean, there's no other way to express myself here. What are you? a fairy? a sorcerer?
 * Hooded Man: Oh, I'm much more than that.
 * Conchobar: What exactly... are you then?
 * Hooded Man: I only tell people I trust. You're both very nice, but sadly neither of you have earned my trust just yet. You're close though.
 * Conchobar: How can we earn it?
 * Hooded Man: Simply live your lives as you would and I will tell you on the morrow. Though if any of you attempt to remove my hood before then, you will lose my trust forever.
 * Conchobar: Note taken.