[ much to her (later) embarrassment, Merida shrieks; she honestly didn't expect him to answer. Thankfully, Angus is used enough to his rider's tendency to be loud and only flicks an ear, not even budging when Merida's hand inches for her bow. ]
One question answered, then. Next: who are you, and what're y'doing here?
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One question answered, then. Next: who are you, and what're y'doing here?
[ because those clothes? Not Scottish at all. ]