Dermid Gavin returns to “The Albatross” (tavern for the Highland Confederacy) after an unsuccessful week long search for strong timber. It seems that the lack of strong wood in this region will certainly be a sticking point for his craft.
*Dermid pulls up a chair and finds a small crowd gathered in The Albatross. As usual John More remains more to himself, nearly silent, as he slowly continues his work on ideas for flags and designs for the Highland Confederacy. Dermid peers over his shoulder and slowly peruses the detailed drawings.*
*Slowly lifting his tin from time to time to have a sip of whatever fills his cup this day, it is obvious that Dermid respects the good work being done for the company. Realizing that John is deep at work, he simply proceeds across the bar to the more crowded corner near the fireplace.*
I must say that I’m pleased with our company good friends. Although this land is harsh and I did just spend a full week without finding a single good tree, we have good talents among us and I have little doubt that we can be successful in this land.
*Dermid raises his tin towards the center of the table and gives a quick toast to Hamish, the founding member.*
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