On the rough pale walls hung century old paintings and there sat a strong and bold Scottish noble in a lightly dimmed dinning room. He covers himself in a long red cloak gently hanging over his shoulders. In the other far end of the table settled his faithful wife, patiently waiting for her dinner to be served.

Macbeth: Treacherous Macdonwald allied himself with a pathetic and worthless Norwegian King. How dare he make such an attempt to devour our kingdom with poison? Loyal and trusty to king Duncan, I would have taken his head off my self. Yet, when a clean army marched, I swung my blade fearlessly with devotion, assaulting every single one that was to cross my path. What a bloody mess - his finishing has granted me his position as the Thane of Cawdor. This war has left sharp wounds (grabs his arm in agony...