In the Name of Macintosh!


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 * I'll hear no one speak against the idea of the Princess of DunBroch choosing her betrothed... it was my idea in the first place!
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 * But IF there were to be a competition for her hand... I'd hear no one speak against MY son as the sure-to-be favorite!
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 * Why, the boy can swim clear from the Foaming Loch to Skye in nigh under an hour. He's got endurance enough for ANY challenge he meets!
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 * And I'VE got endurance enough to smack anyone who says otherwise with a Clan Macintosh ceremonial mace.
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 * And I'VE got endurance enough to smack anyone who says otherwise with a Clan Macintosh ceremonial mace.
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Level 2 "Talk Up His Son"
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 * Send Lord Macintosh to laud his son's athleticism.
 * 4h
 * 5, 50
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 * grumble* ... (I've had grand insults slung my way before but naught like this...)
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 * I was SIMPLY explaining my son's MANY accomplishments to some EXTREMELY idiotic folks, in a MODERATE tone of voice...
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 * When ONE of them said he couldn't take me seriously, seeing as how I "reminded him of a wee English owl he once saw!"
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 * I would have challenged him to a brawl straightaway, but... I'm still VERY confused by the comparison.
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 * If I'm ANY kind of bird, it's a proud Scottish eagle! Not some fussy little Sassenach bird...
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 * I would have challenged him to a brawl straightaway, but... I'm still VERY confused by the comparison.
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 * If I'm ANY kind of bird, it's a proud Scottish eagle! Not some fussy little Sassenach bird...
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