The man slowly walked down the torch-lit cavern, his many tattoos peeking out from beneath the dark woolen robe he wore. He could hear the steady drip of water somewhere deeper in the cavern. He pulled at the robe to relieve the irritation it caused him.

His journey to find this secret chamber had been long and difficult. Many days had been spent just finding its location and opening the entrance had taken many more.

What strange things would he encounter in this most secret of chambers? What exotic rituals would be performed away from the notice of man?
And what could he do to keep this robe from itching so much?????

As he reached the end of the passage, he saw it opened into a large, well-lit cavern. A group of twelve kilt-wearing men were sitting around a large table, obviously having a good time.

One of the men saw him enter and called out to him. "Bradley, we thought you would never make it. Pull up a chair and have a drink with us. And for goodness sake, take off that silly robe!


Congratulations to Tattoo Bradley for his ascension to the Ancient Order of the Kilt!!!