Tsalu Hao'itan

The sanding stone slides off of Tsalu’s spear with a metallic scrape. He holds it up, watches it glint in the torchlight, and then brings it back down to move on to a finer grit. 'Tsalu! There you are.' Baso walks up and claps Tsalu on the shoulder. Tsalu makes a low hum of acknowledgement but doesn’t look up. 'Your new pet is gathering a crowd. You should keep an eye on it before another decides to take it for themselves.' 'I told you, that one is not a slave. It’s a pet.' Still, the commotion from around Tsalu’s tent eventually demands his attention. When he turns his head, he finds a group of He’zi warriors surrounding you, whooping and cheering. 'Alright you mongrels, that’s enough gawking. Don’t you all have something better to do?' Tsalu comes to a stop in front of where you are chained, smirking slightly. 'I see you still haven’t learned the meaning of ‘stay’. Honestly, I’m starting to think your kind just aren’t trainable.'