Name: Ian Laidlaw MacMurray
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Ian is best described as a tall, lanky Scotsman with a big sword. A mop of shaggy black hair frames his pale face and hazel eyes, and his face always seems to have an expression of amusement and natural curiosity. He wears a loose, tunic-style shirt of thick white cotton and tanned leather trousers with various pockets and straps. He wears a small drape of his clan plaid around his wait, fastened at the hip by a brooch of his family crest.

Ian Laidlaw MacMurray

"Och... If this isna the damn daftest place I ever did see, then Mother Mary Almighty protect me," Ian said with a small shake of his head. He reach up and ran his fingers through his unruly mess of hair as he tried to take stock of his current situation.

He hadn't known where the ship was going when he had stowed away at Inverness. His only thought at the time had been to get away from the three men chasing him through the docks, shouting something at him about "stealing their profits." As if that were an accurate charge! After all, Ian reminded himself, a MacMurray never steals. They only borrow with every intention of returning it later.

But now he found himself halfway around the world in some god-forsaken wasteland, walking through a random alleyway with no idea what to do next. However, this little bump in the road would not deter Ian Laidlaw MacMurray! However, the small bump quickly turned into a slightly larger bump when Ian turned the corner and ran head first into an oncoming pedestrian.

"Oof! Oh, beg pardon, lass. I dinnae see ye there!"

Prompt: A mysterious item

((OOC: I apologize if my Scots accent sucks...lol))