~~~Dunbar, Scotland.~~~

John immediately let out a hearty cry, all the way out in Scotland he had happened upon an Irishlady? Perhaps it was just his mind playing tricks on him but either way the woman clearly didn't mind sharing her fire. John quickly made his way to what looked like a little hideout. It was quite well hidden, had he not happened to ride directly above it and smelled the smoke he never would have thought to look anywhere near the solid mass of rock. He quickly made his way across the sea cliffs, mostly looking down to make sure he didn't step on a particularly slick area but occasionally glancing up at the woman who had called to him.

She seemed unnaturally short, if not for the circumstances he would have almost thought she was a little girl. Her form was hidden in unusually baggy clothing. As he got closer he could make out a wisp of brown hair underneath her hood. She seemed a bit cautious as he approached as would be natural of a woman traveling alone. He came to a stop about three arm's lengths away from the woman.

"Thanks for the fire, want anything?"

John gestured with the bag.

"It's got smoked and salted meats, bread, I think there might even be a little cheese left over."