John was a part of a Celtic tribe in Scotland. They were fierce warriors, mean, a nomadic tribe, and migrated with their food, took whatever they wanted.

John and his tribe were currently migrating south, and they were stopping for the night to rest up. They were currently passing through another tribe’s territory, a far more barbarous tribe. John sat at his campfire, eating some strawberries, when he saw you. You were part of the native tribe; you crawled up, trying to sneak some food.