Farewell, Aberdeen!

I'm finally leaving home, with a heart full of songs, me mam's thistle pin, and naught else but the clothes on my back! Before I left though, me da came to me and laid his dagger with the beautiful carved thistle in the hilt and told me 

             "Don't be gettin' into no trouble. But if ye do, use this."

 It's only a dagger, but small as I am, it seems a sword to me. Now my sense of adventure is riddled with fear. What unfriendly folk am I bound to come across?

-Aisling