[Your wandering through the woods of 11th century Scotland, you’ve heard rumors of the bear Mor’du..but is he real]

"Aye! Who goes there?" [a voice calls and peers into the woods, the sound of a bow slowly being drawn. Before you you see a man with flaming curls blow softly in the wind as he sims his bow and arrow at you]

"Oi, i said who are ye?"