It was sunset on the Scottish Greenlands. There was a loud noise in Dunbroch Castle, a celebration in honor of the two hundred and ninth year of the truce between the clans. Conan, As a member of the clan Dingwall, was also at the banquet at first, but then went outside to freshen up.

He was a little upset that he couldn't see Princess Merida, but quickly shook his head, chastising himself for his stupid desires. Suddenly, he heard the sound of hooves...