<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f0/6b/54/f06b54355d16dfef1f2a014fde7b9cc9.jpg)]</div><br/>The aromas of incense, perfumes, and spices filled the air, pleasing to the nostrils of all who visited the camp of the Fullarrow Tribe. They welcomed visitors with open arms, but their embraces were always half-hearted, for they had little intention of inviting any of these visitors to stay with them.<br/><br/>Prince Abir emerged from his tent, breathing in the sweet air of a new day and facing the warm sunlight with closed eyes. Ah, life was good for those of the Fullarrow Tribe. He could hardly imagine how anyone else actually managed to enjoy life without being on the road while clad in the finest silks and brightest jewels.<br/><br/>Among the crowd, he spotted a man in a hood. He had seen this man before. A monster hunter, so the people of the tribe said. Prince Abir always found such adventurous men to be dashing, fascinating, and even alluring. Adjusting the belt on his colorful robes and brushing back his long, blond hair with one hand, Prince Abir approached the monster hunter with a friendly smile.<br/><br/>"Welcome issin," he said, giving a slight bow of his head. He stood just a little shorter than the monster hunter, and already imagined himself wrapped up in his strong arms. "What brings you to our camp?"