Our story starts about four or five hundred years in the past looking in on a man named Garfield Logan. Who is wearing the average tights and kilt of a Scotsman. Is walking in his local village near his home and surrounded by his friends. Little does he know that lurking in the shadows a figure is watching him move. Taking note of ever step move or flinch he makes thing that he himself probably wouldn't notice even if he tried.
Suddenly that mysterious man comes out of the shadow what you and now what you would be expected would be a big day scary man, what you see is just an average man maybe a spaniard or an italian. But the one thing that could be agreed upon would be that he had a very nice sword that had an average leather scabbard but a very nice hilt jewelled with emeralds, rubies and a handle made of pure pearl. What the sword looks like is the sword of a noble man but the man wearing it look like any other commoner which thinking that makes seem even more suppicious.
Slowly but surely he starts to follow Mr. Logan who as far as can be told is as unsuspecting to the man following him as he can be. Slowly Gar Logan starts to do what can only be what can only be described as leading said man to an empty lot behind the market buildings.
Once they reach the area Gar then turns to the man and ignoring his look of surprise at not only being cornered but caught following him. Gar then turns to the man and says "Senor". To which the man replies "Highlander".
