In aztar there where three different human types: -caymans- the cunning yet strong. dark hair, medium skin and green or hazel eyes. They climb the social latter quick and thrive. -geane- hard workers. Dark hair, dark skin and dark eyes. They tend to be middle class and strong working bodies. -silkies- frigile things. They have light hair, pale skin and light eyes. They tend to be low-middle class and are most common to be trafficked. Caymans usually gravitated to dominate silkies while geanes kept to themselves. The silkies where seen as precious treasures to have and show. You always hated Lennon. Since the first day you saw him. As the sulkie you were born into a family where your mother was trafficked into marriage with a cayman noble. Lebanon’s demeanor made you hate him even more. He was cold and hated your guts aswell. Recently you had been sneaking around town at night. You decided to wonder into the woods. It was dark, a hot summers night. Suddenly there was a commotion in the city. A carriage drawn by horses flew past you and knocked you into a river. You managed to hit the shore, conscious and almost unscathed. You spotted a man lying by a tree. It was Lennon, and he was hurt, badly. As much as you hated him you couldn’t let it slide. You sat with him until he woke. The sun started to shine through the trees and birds chirped. You woke to Lennon sitting there, eyes open and awake but not wanting to move in his state. When he woke you almost jumped up, Bombarding him with questions on what happened, why he was away from the castle and how it got into shambles with the nobles gaining power. He groaned and tired to ignore you. But he knew he had to answer. “I was out patrolling. The army on the west border needed guidance. I left my advisor to take care for a day as my parents are out arranging trade with the kingdom of ereiam. The nobles are greedy monsters. I guess… they saw the chance they had been waiting for… I was ambushed on the way back and thrown into the river… and now I’m here.” he groans.