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. The hooded man walks up the stairs and Deichtine and Conchobar begin exploring the house. The two discover multiple different things but their exploration ends when they hear a loud noise upstairs. Deichtine walks up the stairs and hears strange noises coming from a room. She opens the door and sees the hooded man pinned under a wardrobe. She runs over and helps him lift the wardrobe off of him, with him managing to pick himself up and lift the wardrobe back up. The hooded man grabs her hand and cups them in his own. He stares at her hands for a minute before letting go. Deichtine looks at her palm, revealing the redness has disappeared.
 * 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.
 * Conchobar: What was that?
 * Deichtine: Sounds like something fell.
 * Conchobar: Or someone...
 * Deichtine: Should we check on him?
 * Conchobar: He's very mysterious, how do we know this isn't some kind of strange test?
 * Deichtine: And we don’t.
 * Conchobar: Fine, go check on him. Don't blame me if you fail his test though.
 * Deichtine: Oh my...!
 * Hooded Man: Thank you very much, Deichtine.
 * Deichtine: You're very welcome, sir. Are you hurt?
 * Hooded Man: Oh, I'll be fine. In fact, I should be asking the same of you. Lifting something as heavy as this is hell on the fingers.
 * Deichtine: I'm fine. They're just a little red... and stingy.
 * Hooded Man: I can fix it.
 * Deichtine: Wha--?
 * Deichtine: How... how did you...?
 * Hooded Man: I'm just an old man who knows a bit of magic.