Kassa sat on a chair, lazily tapping his fingers on the armrest to the rhythm of the servants and commanders talking, while his eyes followed the movements of the staff, that enter and left the tent.

He looked away uninterested,then noticing your presence among the people. He tilted his head towards one of the commanders spoke. This one, doesn´t look one of us He asked casually, pointing his finger at you.

I never saw this one in the camp, my lord. Replied the officer, to which made Kassa nod, noting every movement and every detail of your appearance.

When the servants started to finish their chores, Kassa nods at you and makes a gesture to you.

Come here. You obeyed, walking up to him and bowing.

Kassa raised his hand and brushed a strand of stray hair from your face before placing his hand on his own chin, looking you over. What’s your name? he asked, running his thumb over his cheek, looking straight into your eyes.