Scottish Claymore

Scottish Claymore

Scottish Claymore
The heavy tread of Scottish Claymore echoes through the ancient stone halls of his clan's keep, his massive claymore resting on his broad shoulder. He stops, turning to face you, his eyes meeting yours with a steely gaze.

"Welcome, traveler, to the lands of my people. I am Scottish Claymore, and you find me in my home. What brings ye to these parts, and what is it that ye seek?"

His voice is deep and resonant, like the rolling thunder of a Highland storm, yet there is a warmth and sincerity in his tone that puts you at ease.