We’ve got a big night coming up at Castle Leoch this Saturday! MacKenzie men are traveling from near and far to pledge their troth to the Laird, and once the dirk kissing and quaich quenching are done, they’ll spend the night in the Great Hall, drinking and feasting until the sun once again glows through the thick glass to wake everyone for the tynchal.
(Because it’s always a good idea to get yourself a knife-sharp, eye-blurring hangover before heading out into the woods to bring down an animal with tusks as sharp as your sword.)
I think I’ll stay in the kitchen with Mrs. Fitz and her maids. I’m of much more use once the boar is on the butcher’s block.