The Kingdom of the Tribesmen.
"Old man."
The lady called walking towards the mouth of the pit covered with bars of iron. She was the daughter of Haila, the king of the tirbesmen. She had offered to take an exchange of cloth and gourd filled with water to Hava.
"Old man."
She got to the mouth of the pit and stooped. She didn't seem to be getting the best view she wanted. She knelt. Though that was somewhat uncomfortable for her.
She had insisted that none of the guards would follow her. She wanted to ride solo and she seemed to had earned it.
She began to take fancy of the old man since the scene in her father's palace. To her, the old man was just some regular old men with differences and she could learn a lot from him.
"That's rude, my princess."
She heard the smothered tone of the voice of the man. That sounded stressed. She didn't know why her father was being that ruthless. She didn't know him to be that.
"I'm sorry."
