A Chieftain is Chosen!

For several days now the MacTavishes have been discussing whether to elect their chieftain. A poll was conducted, with several of the clan proudly lodging their votes but most looking on interestedly. The result was a tie.

Further deliberations ensued in the back room.

Preceded by sounds of applause and good cheer, Dracmuller emerged from the Hearth and announced that the Clan had appointed him Chieftain by acclamation.

"Clan MacTavish and all true friends, hear me!" he said.

"You see before you the Chieftain of Clan MacTavish! The mantle of chieftainship is an honour I will accept humbly but carry with pride! My first announcement as Chieftain is to invite any who disagree strongly with any decision of mine to come forth and speak with me before taking any rash action."

Witnessing this speech as she emerged from the trees near the hut, another proud MacTavish lady came forth to acknowledge her kinship with the clan. Dracmuller saw this as a good omen. PiperTom saw it as an excuse to try out his latest, 'Distant Alpin Home.'