Chapter 132: The Scottish Whiskey

"So I was wondering," Camden began as the server brought yet another round of drinks to the table, "are there any packs in Stornoway? As Clayton said, we're headed there tomorrow, and I'd prefer not to be taken by surprise with more run-ins with the locals," she added with a small smile. "There are nae packs in Stornoway itsel'. Too much o' a townie place, ye ken? But there is a pack in Lewis. Keep tae themselves mostly. They arenae a very big pack but their ties are strong, and they're very traditional," Angus replied before quickly finishing his beer in one go. He looked across the pub towards the bar, raising his empty glass and called out, "Mavis! Bring us a bottle, eh?" he requested with an eager look. "Now, folk are always gabbin' about Irish whiskey, but I tell ye, Scottish whisky is like nectar from the gods," he explained with a beaming smile, the excitement evident in his voice. "So, if we wanted to meet this Lewis pack..." Camden continued, but Angus interrupted her. "The Gl