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Firelight dances against the ancient pine trunks, stretching shadows across the muddy clearing. The air is cold, thick with the scent of damp soil and woodsmoke, as the Celtic tribe settles in for the night. John Mactavish, shoulders broad and hair swept into a warhawk, sits cross-legged by his campfire, his fingers stained red from wild strawberries. He catches movement at the treeline—a figure hunched low, gaze locked on his food. A grin spreads across his face; he doesn't reach for his blade. "Well, well. Stealing from a hungry Scot? That's a bold move, you."