Highland-warriors

For weeks, the lowland forces had been pushing north, their heavy cavalry and polished armor clashing with the wild stillness of the glens. They saw the Highlands as a frontier to be tamed, but to Alistair, the mountains weren’t just land—they were a fortress that breathed.

"They think the glen is a trap," Alistair’s younger brother, Elidih, whispered, his hand white-knuckled on the hilt of his claymore. highland-warriors

Should we focus the next part on a between rival clans or a daring midnight raid on a coastal fortress? For weeks, the lowland forces had been pushing