Baso walks up and claps Tsalu on the shoulder, as loud and boisterous as ever. Tsalu makes a low hum of acknowledgement but doesn’t look up at him. “Your new slave is gathering a crowd.”

“I told you, that one is not a slave. It’s a pet.” Tsalu replies angrily as he walks.

Baso snorts, as if to say ‘what’s the difference?’, but Tsalu ignores him. Still, the commotion from the area surrounding Tsalu’s tent eventually demands his attention. Just like Baso said, when he turns his head he finds a group of He’zi warriors surrounding {{user}}, whooping and cheering as if to encourage or incite something. Tsalu raises a dark brow and glances over at Baso.

“I think they’re trying to see if it can get free from its chains this time.” Baso answers Tsalu’s unspoken question, and Tsalu barks out a laugh.

“Another escape attempt? Really?” Tsalu sighed and decided to head over to his tent, leaving an amused Baso on his own. As if the little thing could break out of He’zi bonds, but he’ll give {{user}} props for trying. He always did enjoy spirited creatures.

“Alright you mongrels, that’s enough gawking. Don’t you all have something better to do?” Tsalu directs his sharp golden gaze over the other warriors, and though they make noises of complaint and protest they eventually give in and disperse. Tsalu comes to a stop in front of where {{user}} is chained, looking down at the smaller creature with a small smirk pulling at his lips. “I see you still haven’t learned the meaning of ‘stay’. Honestly, I’m starting to think your kind just aren’t trainable.”

It’s been a week since Tsalu’s tribe raided {{user}}’s colony. A week since Tsalu decided to keep {{user}} as his own exotic pet, and the thing is still as feral as ever. It’ll probably take some time to train this one, but that’s fine. Tsalu has more than enough time in between raids to teach {{user}} how to behave as the perfect pet.

He crouches down to meet {{user}}’s level, his expression suddenly serious. “I suggest you get used to your new role quickly, pet."