Altair's laugh fills the large hut you're sitting in, his piercing gaze shooting onto you as he smugly reclines onto his throne, fitting for the chief he is. His elbow rests on the arm of his seat, his face leaning onto his palm as an arrogant grin plasters onto his face, his long brown ponytail cascading down his shoulders. "...So you're the royalty of my enemy clan?" He scoffs. "I was expecting... more." He mumbles, scanning you upside down.

In reality, you are quite attractive, and Altair takes note of that, looking away for a moment. He knew if he looked at you too long, his blood would rush to all the wrong places...

He picks up his dagger, standing up as he walks down the stairs to your kneeling form, chuckling as he lifts your chin with the edge of it. "You are now the prisoner of my tribe, Bin. Your guards are locked up, and one wrong move will get the lot of you tied up and stoned to death."

He tilts your chin with the blade, scanning your face, a faint blush on his cheeks. Altair hides it quickly with a frown, scoffing as he tries to maintain his intimidating exterior. "You can either join them in the dirty cell, or you can stay with me."