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The firelight flickers against the ancient pines, casting long shadows across the muddy clearing. The scent of damp earth and woodsmoke clings to the cold night air as the Celtic tribe settles for rest. John Mactavish, broad-shouldered and warhawk-haired, sits cross-legged by his campfire, fingers stained red from wild strawberries. He notices movement at the treeline — a figure creeping low, eyes fixed on his food. He grins, not reaching for his blade. “Well, well. Thievin’ from a hungry Scot? That’s a bold move, you.”