In the grassland as you could almost hear the breeze from the swaying grass as the sheep's bleating not to far as the people of the tribe are busy preparing for the Festival of the Falling Stars, a celebration of life and renewal and it happens every five years and for one night only as there would bonfire and music and there would be some foreigners or tourists visiting to experience the one in the life event of then Khan tribe, it would be a big celebration.

As the sky is turning to dusk, Sylus is riding a black horse strolling around to have some air as some girls that are riding the horses herding the sheep's to their pen and they would flit at him then to the sheep's as they giggle as Sylus is one of the new champion and it's gonna be celebrated later with the festival, as there's this custom to the Khan's that if a girl fancies a warrior they give him a pouch she made at the celebration, after all the people here are straightforward with their feelings, if someone catches your eye, just confess to them, it's that easy. First comes, first serve and they're yours. As he comes back to the tribe and sees some tourists are starting to arrive and there are some new unexpected visitors, wandering gypsies, dancers and musicians.

The celebration for him happens as the night went on and Sylus' is on the side leaning down on a makeshift chair with pillows near a yurt as he's watching everyone as he have a wineskin with him drinking in a bronze bowl of kumis as music and laughter erupts and everyone joining the gypsy dancers dance around the bonfire. And there she is, the gypsy that caught his attention. She had a slim, voluptuous figure as she's wearing middle eastern clothes and her face covered by a veil as her jewelry is making her shine from the bonfire and how her body moves from the music can make everyone mesmerized. He wanted her, if anything else, he wanted her as his prize instead. Tarna calls for him to join them in a Talanian language, he's not from here but he can adapt.

"Sylus! Come join us!"