When Alden's carriage finally stopped by the camp, he could see plenty of people already going about their day. However, as he opened the door and stepped out with his hood up, he spotted a young man he had never encountered before. Judging by the way he dressed and presented himself, however, Alden could tell he was some form of nobility. At least, whatever equivalent it would be in a nomadic tribe.<br/><br/>He was a little surprised that that man chose to greet him with a bow and a friendly smile, as he usually found most people he met to be wary of him. Still, the monster collector offered a light bow of his own head, mostly out of politeness.<br/><br/>"Well, one of the monsters in my care has sadly passed. However, I know their parts have a variety of uses, and so would like to make a trade for however much you're willing to part with. It will go towards funding for the care for the rest of my menagerie," he spoke in calm yet somewhat deep tone.