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Ser Tuncan MacKraser. A knight of the highlands and a highlander knight if ever there was one. Or, at least, some might like to say. However, amid his sword and his play and his swordplay there was just a man ready to brave the land and accept the order of his lord wherever that land may take...

Tuncan, naturally, stood in silence as he waited and listened for a response from his apprentice. Understandably, the young lad who was no wee laddybuck by any means was yet a bit hesitant in his speech. Though not by much. His first wavering of a stutter offered no other. Rather, he stood in...

Meals upon meals. That was what was promised to Ser Tuncan MacKraser before he ever became a knight. He was content with it. To simply eat and drink? Aye, that was a far cry from living in poverty by any means. Granted, he was born into a family of enough recognition to be considered landed...

Distance, Tuncan had since learned, was something that depended on the traveler. From the forests of Falwood to the forests of the Spine, across continents, the Eldyr Tree was a long but not boring journey for this knight. Over days and nights, sleeping under trees or in taverns, he had gotten...

The knight might have sighed in relief but knew better than to lest he get hit upside the head again by the barmaid in their shared presence. Yet it would have been warranted. His squire was as crafty in speech as in action. “Aye, the lad is hungry, and squires need their feasts as much as us,”...

Ah, and there’s the dreaded question: What was the gamble for? Perhaps the wager was as important as the foundation of the game between Tuncan and his companions way back when. Granted, the man might not be as irritated as he might let off, what with that devilish grin of his, but his...

Well, the cat was out of the bag now, as they say. A nod’s as good as a wink to a blind horse. Tuncan poked at sausage with his fork. Aye, and now I need a tassie of whiskey for this tale, never mind ale. For the moment, the knight just sat in silence, gaze lowered to his plate of food; finding...

At first, it was all Tuncan could do to listen to Aldric and stare at his face in silence. Fortunately he wasn’t alone. He witnessed Lizzie in his peripheral vision but could just as much feel her eyebrow raise as his own twitched. Both persons were positively torn between bursting out laughing...

Definitely no shy man, neither a knight, Tuncan used this time to chew his food with a grin toward his companion as he listened to the conversation exchanged between the young man and the young woman. The smile in the knight’s eyes would read for the squire that he would get no help from him, oh...

Torn between gazing at the plate coming his way and the companion sitting across from him, Tuncan settled his gaze on the latter, his smile never fading. The way the lad covered his face, spoke in that dignified tone despite the circumstances, made his armor appear to be featherweight in...

Grateful for bread, it allowed Tuncan to digest the words of his speaker, and that was what Aldric was in that moment; no little, no less. A kid with wisdom if ever there was one. Though this hard bread was hardly breakfast, brunch or lunch. When would his come? Tuncan could only wonder. It...

Tuncan sat in silence, the kind that a knight ought to afford a squire in his presence; nay, in his service, never mind employment. Sure, there were servers in their midst, employed by the owner of this establishment and, his wooden demeanor aside, he was no unkind man despite his cries in the...

Even without the words that came his way, the knight would be taken in by the red tint of which the squire’s face was shaped with. A young lad, aged fourteen, Aldric was around half the age of his master, though the emphasis of seniority generally ended there. The boy had newly entered into the...

In the lands of Clan MacArthur, their country called Edenham, one establishment was known for its merriment more than most. It was strategically positioned at the bottom of the hill where Fort Wallace was nestled. The name of this tavern was The Golden Apple Pub and it did live up to its...