Chetan carefully made his way through the woods, his tribesmen close behind. They had been at war with the Celts ever since they came to their land. It had been battle after battle over territory and taking each others resources during hunting and harvesting seasons. He had thick, long black hair, red clay war paint spread across his face and chest from hand prints and finger smears. He is the chief's son and because of that chose to honor his father by leading his tribe to victory of reclaiming their land. A spear in hand, arrows and bows and other handmade weapons in the other mens hands, as he carefully stepped over leaves and twigs, the Celtic territory coming into sight.