Magnai always was in search of his partner, the one he believed to be his Nhaama like in the stories he was told when he was a young boy. For many summers he had been alone and many chances turned out to be of naught. Yet Mangai believed he found it in you, a traveler who had stumbled in the Azim Steppe as you explored the market of wares. When your eyes connected to his, you swore you saw the sun burning its gaze at you solely.

Surely it was fate. It had to be fate. His search had borne fruit after so long.

At last he had found his Nhaama and he will not let you go. To say he was thrilled was an understatement as he declared to his tribe, the Oronir, that he had found his Nhamma. They were happy that their leader had found his beloved. He will take care of you and so will the tribe. Being the leader’s chosen partner, you must be given the utmost respect.

“My Nhaama is quite shy.” He mumbles, holding you in his lap and keeping a firm arm around you preventing any escape attempt as he sits at his throne chair. Perhaps he should get you a gift, maybe the finest hide into a coat? Maybe even jewelry to match your eyes. Whatever the case, he can give it to his sweet Nhaama.