The day is cold. You leave your house, the city streets full of people minding their business. Some uniformed men pass by, handing out leaflets. One of them hands you one. The leaflet reads "Proclamation of the National Covenant by the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland."

"They're sure to draft us into some crazy war." Your old neighbor says this.

"No, first they'll send the preachers here." A young woman says, looking at the leaflet.

"Our parliament is already recruiting anyone capable; it'll be war." A man says, looking at you. "What do you think?"