Hideaway Strath I was nineteen in a white dress

Artok's ears stood to attention, as he listened to her explain. That explained her brother, a little better. His obviously brutish nature, though Artok really couldn't talk. He was probably as much of a hard ass as her brother in certain areas. They certainly had butted heads, as soon as they had met.

Are non-blood clans treated as fairly as blood clans or are they ostracized? He wondered if it was like some of the places he had been, where there were true battles fought over who belonged where and what clan, and those that were not of blood, were usually treated poorly, if not hunted and killed.