Duke of Ackergil

The year is 1466 AD. The Highlands of Scotland are beautiful, raw, and unforgiving. The hard day of travel was one of many. The entire country seemed to be on edge, with no one about and small battles raging nearby. I had been compelled to keep moving. Although I was only sixteen years of age, I had been on my own, traveling through the country for three years. I had found that people often turn on you and try to exploit you for their gain, especially if you have certain "talents." Yes, I have talents, ones that I have worked hard to master and to keep hidden. There had been too many experiences of so called friends selling me out or turning me in to the authorities for some small amount of coin. Mankind naturally fears what they do not understand.