Tha e na rudan mor tha cunntais

Uisge listened intently to the brute, studying his behaviour. He wasn't pleased with his answer, disgusted you might say. Uisge didn't care to much when the brutes reply came. If I were to assign you a task, would you risk your life going it? Would you be able to draw blood from those you know, friends, even family? If so, welcome to your home. If not, leave, and don't return, or we will enslave you and hang your head by the trees for all to see. The brutes tone was sharp, deadly. An evil grin played across his maw.

Uisge's reply was quick, and short, and was heavy with his Scottish scent. Aye (Yes), If need be, I would kill without mercy, friend or foe. He finished with a duo of his head, awaiting to see what would happen next. Uisge's ocean eyes swept over the brute once more.