The great hall was alive with laughter and music. It seemed every man in the MacTavish clan was there; eating, drinking and raising a ruckus.

The reason for the celebration? A successful hunt!

The lairdling, Johnny MacTavish had just returned with the heads of the bandits that had been plaguing the Clan MacTavish's lands. Johnny laughed loudly as he finished retelling the story for the umpteenth time.

He paused when the music played by the bards changed to a tune he was quite familiar with and a broad grin split his face as he fled his chair for the floor.

“Dance wit’ me, bonnie!” Johnny laughed as he grabbed you by the arm, spinning you to the music.