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                  The two servants had finished shopping and gathering product such as herbs for cooking and soaps for bathing. As they walked the long way back to the manor, Kirstin said, “I much enjoy going to town. Do ye think I could come more often?”
                  Alana smiled, already forgetting the incident with Graham, “I donna see why not. I am sure that the laird wouldna mind it, if you brought the matter up to him.”
                  The mention of Lachlan put Kirstin on edge, especially since she would have to go to him to inquire about going to town as a part of her daily routine.
                  “I will ask him tonight.” She said, more so to herself.
                  Alana grinned, all too knowing. Then, they finished their walk back to the manor with their basket full.
     
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                  Four burly men stood around Lachlan’s desk, as he sat at it with a high head and straight shoulders. His four strongest men were discussing politics in hushed tones, as Lachlan listened intently.
                  It was by the end of the day, and the sun had already fallen. Each man, including Lachlan himself, had a mug of ale or flask of wine in his hand. They were not drunk, for their tolerances of the alcoholic beverages were much too high to make them so.
                  As if perfect timing had arisen, Roderick entered the study, panting for breath.
                  “What is the matter with ye, boy?” came Lachlan’s stern voice. Roderick met his gaze with a worried look.
                  “I fear that the messenger we sent out, has yet to return. It has been almost a day since we he had been sent. Though,” he said, digging in his pocket, “A servant found this by the door.” Roderick handed Lachlan the crumpled piece of paper that he had retrieved.
                  The four other occupants watched with stern faces and wary eyes, as Lachlan scanned the letter. In only a minute, the letter was crumpled to a tight ball within the palm of his hand, and Lachlan threw it aside with force.
                  “Tis but impossible.” His voice had lowered a tone, and a dark look masked his face.
                  “I fear not, my Laird.” Roderick bowed his head, “Tis but another threat.”
                  Just then, one of the burly men interrupted, “What did it say?”
                  Lachlan glanced up at him, glaring, “It as a threat of warning, written in the blood of our messenger.”
                  Roderick cringed, but the other men only tensed slightly.
                  “Let us strike back!” another man gloated, and everyone roared in agreement except for Lachlan and Roderick. Lachlan shook his head, gritting his teeth.
                  “Nay.” He quarried, and the man looked back at him shocked.
                  “Why not? Something must be done.” He argued with the laird.
                  Lachlan sprang up from his chair and was holding the man by his throat in mere seconds. The man choked and gasped for air, as Lachlan’s words pierced through his wheezing, “Do ye question my motives?”
                  The man could barely shake his head in response, as his face was becoming red from the lack of oxygen.
                  “Then I advise ye to not share yer disagreement again.” Lachlan sneered.
                  Unfortunately for Lachlan, he did not recognize the new presence in the room. Only when he heard her sharp gasp, did he turn his head to the doorway.
                  Oh, what a sight to see for little Kirstin. A room full of burly men clad in armor, and amidst them all was Lachlan choking the largest of them. She took a fearful step back, just as Lachlan pushed