The Brownie certainly had his attention when he walked the rim of the cup. When it was clear that it wouldn't teeter or totter beneath the little being's weight, Sajon relaxed in the chair.

"I speak to the wind all the time. I thank it for a nice breeze on hot days. I curse it when its angry during cold winters. We have a love/hate relationship. As it stands right now, the wind isn't very cooperative. That's the purpose of the stones."

He interlaced his fingers. "As for meeting you, that's another story. I am Sajon Moonford, Wizard of Four Winds."