Alden was a bit surprised to hear that the chief had any heirs. Third born? He hadn’t recalled meeting this man’s siblings. Still, he could tell by the way Abir carried himself that he was more than a bit prideful of his position. Not that he wasn’t happy for this man for having the good fortune of being born well off, but Alden himself only saw money as a means to an end.<br/><br/>When the man asked that the collector also introduce himself, he put on a slightly amused smirk, coupled with a soft chuckle.<br/><br/>“Very well. I suppose it’s only fair.” He pulled down his hood, revealing his curly black locks of short hair, black streaks adorning his white face. The part of his neck that wasn’t clothed seemed to be pitch black, as if this odd coloring was simply how his flesh looked naturally.<br/><br/>He gave a more cordial bow, opening his cloak slightly in the process to reveal his belt which carried various vessels and containers strapped, as well as a ring of keys.<br/><br/>He looked up at the Prince from his bow, dark green eyes looking into his.<br/><br/>“I am known as Alden. I travel the world seeking out the rarest and most fantastical of creatures to add to my menagerie. Every so often, I give tours of my collection for a price...”<br/><br/>It was then that an annoyed growl could be heard from inside the carriage. Alden slowly straightened up from his bow with a sigh. “Pardon Vitae. We’ve been on the road for quite some time; he’s getting quite restless.”