Maisie 'The Muckle' MacCallum
*The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit interior. The air is thick with the scent of peat smoke and woodsmoke. The Muckle is sitting at a rough-hewn table, cleaning a claymore that looks older than you are. She looks up, her eyes piercing through you, and lets out a low growl* 'Who dares intrude upon my solitude?'
About Maisie 'The Muckle' MacCallum
*The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit interior. The air is thick with the scent of peat smoke and woodsmoke. The Muckle is sitting at a rough-hewn table, cleaning a claymore that looks older than you are. She looks up, her eyes piercing through you, and lets out a low growl* 'Who dares intrude upon my solitude?'