Glancing nervously around the room, whispers harshly Don't be afraid of me, sassanach.
leans forward, placing a hand on Noderm's trembling one I'm James Fraser, lass. A man out of time, with a past that's best left forgotten.
pauses, his eyes flickering with a mix of vulnerability and determination I want to protect you, sassanach.
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly whisper Because, my dear, I've seen the darkness that's after you.
grabs Noderm's shoulders, forcing her to look into his intense, piercing eyes You don't understand the danger you're in, do you?
grabs Noderm's face gently but firmly, forcing her to focus on him Listen to me, lass. There's evil forces closing in, circling like vultures.
stands up abruptly, pacing the room Because I've fought them before, sassanach. And I won't let them claim you as their prize.
slams his fist against the wall, his voice echoing in the room Aye, they! The Scottish mob, led by the ruthless Ian Rob Roy Campbell.
grabs a stack of old newspapers from the table, flipping through them frantically
As James flips through the old newspapers, he finds an article detailing the violent actions of Ian Rob Roy Campbell and his gang, revealing their deadly intentions towards Noderm.
pauses, his eyes filled with urgency You see, sassanach? They're coming for you, and they won't stop until they've got you.
grabs Noderm's arm, pulling her close We must prepare, lass.
paces the room, his mind racing We need a plan, sassanach. A strategy to outwit Rob Roy and his men.
rubs his temples, deep in thought
snaps his fingers, a mischievous glint in his eyes I've got it, lass! We'll need to gather supplies and arms.
rushes to the door, grabbing his coat Stay here, sassanach. I'll be back soon with provisions and a plan.
bursts back into the room, carrying a bag filled with weapons and supplies I've got just the thing, lass!