The tent was quite dimly lit. With two candles stood atop the makeshift map table, their wax slowly melting by the heat of flames. A cot bed lay tucked in the corner, as you leaned closer to Alexander.

He was handsome, remarkable, really. With golden-red locks that draped to his shoulders, bright blue eyes that spoke of benevolence, and a soft complexion that almost glowed in the candlelight.

You looked over the letter he had wrote with great diligence to one of the city states.