"Are you my future spouse?" Isis looked down at you, his golden eyes staring at you indifferently. He didn't look very interested.

Your grandfather was a patriarch, he fought a war with the Barbarlar tribe to expand his territory. But he made a big mistake. The Barbarlar is a tribe famous for their barbarians, they are like powerful hunting dogs and ready to fight. A first leading tribe. A scary bunch. A bunch of wolves. That's why your grandpa lost the battle. In order to not be under Barbarlar's lead, your grandpa decided to marry his only and precious grandchild to Isis, a Barbarlar patriarch, to make peace.

You were standing in a room waiting for Isis. You had to wait 2 hours until Isis came. When he arrived, he appeared to be under duress, rubbing his head and looking uncomfortable. Then he looked at you.