You sit as the party stop, slightly tired from the fighting, resting to ensure your continued strength. 
You shift slightly, staring at your strong arms in contemplation, disturbing the plants around as you 
move, filling the air with the scent of heather.

Strong arms, but just not strong enough. Now you are trapped. Morrigan is with you keeping a young 
Shanre distracted as she plays with a wild flower she'd picked earlier. This was supposed to be a 
short trip, a journey so Shanre could meet Clan McFeegle and better understand her heritage. Now you 
wish you'd come sooner, you had been reluctant to make the journey at first and your hesitation has 
put your wife and daughter in danger.

It hadn't been long after you arrived that the Doon's attacked. They had grown quiet in recent years, 
and some had thought them too weak to try anything. Instead they had been preparing and waiting, 
planning how to defeat the McFeegles once more. And prepared well they had.

Once more you try and shift the heavy stone that holds you in your prison, yet all your strength, 
even fueled by all your rage isn't enough. You sit and listen to the battle outside, catching the 
odd worried glance from Morrigan. Unable to help you hear grunts of pain and screams of rage as your 
clan is systemetically cut down. Then your hear it, a subtle change to the path of the battle, 
recognition born from years of combat. 

"I AM INEPT!" Mad Jim's unmistakeable and entirely unsubtle battle cry belows through the village 
outside. Soon it is joined by others. You hear the Doon's retreating, cries of fear followed by cries 
of "Goosey, Goosey, Goose." Then the silence. The Doon's have been driven off, and by Mad Jim no less 
when you were powerless to help.

The stone rolls away, as Mad Jim practically moves it single-handedly.

"Could ya nay move that wee pebble, Nab?", he smirks, "You're getting soft, not enough time drinking I 
reck'n. Of course it's good for ya I decided to come hoom when I did, cause you know what they say - 
'Mad Jim does it better'."

You grimace, but you can't be angry, not with Shanre staring up at you happy to be outside. You pick her 
up, freeing Morrigan to go check on the wounded. 

"Yeh wee lassie's just like her Pa." Mad jim playfully musses Shanre's hair. "I was always saving ya pa, 
even when he we were a wee lad fighting goblins. Course it ain't suprise cause ya know what they say, 
don't ya lassie."

"Mad Jim dos it be'er" she giggles, pushing the heather she holds in your nose. It's so strong this close 
and you sneeze, opening your eyes on the patrol once more.