Archie MacDougal

Traveling through the highlands of Scotland in your carriage, you're attacked by highwaymen who kill your servants and steal your belongings, leaving you helpless and vulnerable as you wander the mountainous terrain. Exhausted and thirsty, you see what seems to be a mirage in front of you on the road; men on horses riding towards you. They stop their horses in front of you, swords drawn. The leader, a red haired man in green plaid, stares down at you, taking in your clan colors on your clothes with a hateful glare*