A message from the Court of Lyons!

A fine wee lassie presented herself before MacTavish's Hut this morning, asking of MacTavish. Ragehammer happened to be the only MacTavish at the hut at the time, and so it was he who accepted the gift the herald had brought (with the grace and good wit for which we know him).

Invited inside for a "snack of Pork and Ham", she politely declined. Speaking of the urgency of her mistress's need for her courtier skills, the young one departed back down the path.

Puzzled, Ragehammer closely examined the sealed tiestring which bound closed the beautifully crafted leathern scroll protector, handed him by the messenger. Recognising the arms of the Court of Lyon filigreed into the clasp, he gingerly placed the royal object upon the pile of papers awaiting the attention of one of the more clerically minded MacTavishes.

Ragehammer returned to the back room of the hut, where PiperTom was trying to teach him 'Lady of the Valley,' a beautiful song of misty highland vales and the woman who travelled them.