Luneshale Pass Saltanatın oğulları

A man stood ahead, calling out to him.

He was far prettier than the men of the basin, though Arslan found that he did not hold the same charm they did - likely because this man held no power over him. He was far larger than the lion, lanky and scarred. The stranger held an aura that left him to wonder if they may be cut from the same thread.

A smile was offered from Arslan, warm and nearly inviting, yet far from gentle. He held himself high, tail lifting. You come here often then? He asked, his head gaining the slightest tilt. I haven't come this way in some time, but I found myself wandering.

He then took the first steps forward, brazen as always. Even if it was only for a short time he wished to enjoy this treasure that the universe had offered to him.