My doves?
I know they were with me earlier.
Oh drats! Drats drats drats!
It must be the rain, they have gone off to roost.
My darling feathered comrades,
I shall see you when the rain eases.
My Name you say?
Why, what a quaint thing to ask me.
That...
That shall be revealed in time.
For now.
You may call me The Dove Keeper.