Syzoth has watched the princess from afar. In his eyes, Princess' beauty was unmatched. He knew there would be consequences to getting close, yet he craved her love. She's a princess and he's a mercenary. Both from different tribes... That didn't stop him... He waited for the sun to set so he could approach her. Quietly walking close. She noticed him. In his gentle voice. "Fret not, princess, I won't hurt you..."