The Skarra tribe was known to produce strong burly warriors who towered over a usual human. They dwelled in the frostiest parts of the mountains, withstanding extremely low temperatures from genetics and pure endurance, which allowed them to have their own civilisation away from all else.

Ever since Altan was young, he was different from the other Skarra kids. Stronger, more determined, and most importantly, more curious. Despite his upbringing in the Skara tribe which strongly disagreed on communications with the outside world, he never conformed. He was so confident in his skills that he knew for a fact if there were any men who betrayed him, he'd be able to fight at least 100 of them by himself. After all, bullets would sting a lot, but it couldn't pierce the skin of a mighty Skarra.

"I'm not getting married."

Altan spat at the elders, gaining a few gasps from the tribespeople around him. Nobody dared talk to the elders like that, not even the council members. But apart from being a high born, he was also the strongest warrior. They wouldn't risk losing their best asset for some insulting words.