Scottish Pride

I was dragged into the great hall by my left arm and hair unceremoniously. I kicked and bit at my captor the entire way across the limestone floor, catching him numerous times in the shin with my foot. I tasted blood in my mouth as well, so I knew I made contact with his arm with my teeth. Good, he wouldn't forget tangling with me was not enjoyable. The brute cursed me loudly as he tossed me at leather clad feet.