Alden had nearly stepped out of the tent with the flap open when he heard Abir speak, his back still turned to the man. Even after the prince finished speaking, the collector seemed to mull over the prince's words: most of it flattery, all of it things he already knew about himself.<br/><br/>"...now that is a tall order you ask for, Abir. That will require its own transaction," he eventually spoke, slowly turning his head to glance back at the prince. "I don't know much about you, but from the way you speak, you must be a lonely and desperate soul if you desire my company this much. If you want to know me that badly, you must be willing to give in return."<br/><br/>He slowly turned the face him, arms crossed across his chest as he waited for the prince's response.<br/><br/>