(Dermid responds to questions about the Treaty of Union)
*Tone moves into a clearly agitated state*
It is treaty of oppression from where I sit!
I can't believe kin would sign such a thing. They claim our failure in New Caledonia was part of the reason, but that just shows ignorance. Hell, I was there and if not for the actions of the British scum, we would have prevailed. Sit back and do nothin and then agree to give it away. Bah!
*takes a large drink of ale, leans back and drifts into his past*
I think it was probably the 9th year before I heard rumblings of agreement. I was still young at age and had just found a home in the The Albatross where Willem McDough had taken me, at least a bit, under his wing. Twas there in that tavern I heard sailors speak of the agreement. Can't say that a single one thought it was good for Scotland. Merging of two shouldn't mean losing your voice, you know.
Sad thing is, I think they're right. Word is they are no better now than before and worse off if you count the lack of say. So for the time being, I don't see me returning. I've got a better chance here to make it on my own and if I can take down the Brits just one step in raising meself up, then that I'll do!
*Browses his pockets, takes a quick look, then raises his hand and orders yet another round for the table and shouts "Let's bring one without a hole in bottom this time round!"*