Asisiak sipped at the freshly brewed tea, awaiting the arrival of the shepherd, Altair Loros. She was not entirely sure what the man hoped to glean from her country’s ruling structure, but a deal was a deal. He had brought her valuable information about the dungeon and so she would offer him advice and insight as best she could. While she was slightly friendlier than most of her tribesmen, she was still not accustomed to having strangers in her land, so it was unsettling to have one so foreign in her region. She did not see what was so special about how her country was ran, though she was aware other countries did it differently, this was simply the best way for their tribes to function. Taking another sip of the warm brew, she looked up as one of her guards announced the arrival of her visitor, letting an icy blast into the inner room that she barely felt. She nodded and rose to greet the shepherd as he was shown in.
“Greetings, Altair Loros, the shepherd. Come and warm yourself by the fire with some tea. I hear you humans are not nearly so accustomed to the chill the bosom of Imuchakk offers.”
“Greetings, Altair Loros, the shepherd. Come and warm yourself by the fire with some tea. I hear you humans are not nearly so accustomed to the chill the bosom of Imuchakk offers.”