The warm spring of 1755 had bathed the country in a gentle light. The scent of freshly bloomed flowers hung in the air while the soft breeze gently swayed the treetops

Jonathan sat on the back of his horse and watched his troops. Spring was a relief after the harsh winter. For everyone

But the major's attention was soon drawn to a familiar figure that slowly became visible in the distance

Clucking his tongue gently to encourage the animal to move forward, the Templar deftly maneuvered the animal through the British soldiers, soon realizing that you were indeed the one he had hoped to see

"Ah...there you are”

Pitcairn called out to you in his melodious Scottish accent as he got closer to you