A girl with a long midnight shaded ponytail and half her head shaved enters the small shop. She is dressed in warm colors and tribal patterns. Her skin glows with a delicate tan and various tattoos sprawled across her body. A scimitar is sheathed at her side with beads and feathers. Round light blue eyes meet Tack's. She flushes and shyly starts speaking.

I-I know about Princess Yum Yum and your relationship with her, but...

She pauses and inhales, eyes flickering in fear, she kneels before Tack.

I can see the threads that bind soulmates together, and I, Najida Namrah Rajida, am bound to you. But your gentle soul is bound to more than one person. So I am here to dedicate my life to you. I understand that fate will want you to go with the princess, but I am here to defy it.

As she speaks, tears are rolling down her cheeks and dropping like raindrops to the ground. So she waits for an answer.

Confusion struck Tack like a thunderbolt. Here he was, standing in front of a beautiful warrior that confessed her eternal love to a simple, silent cobbler. Plus he JUST MET her, he had no idea if she was right, or if destiny was right. His mouth swiveled around as he thought, but he finally rasped out,

I-I don't know you yet, so I can neither accept nor decline. I would be happy to let you stay here-

He was quickly cut off by a warm and firm grasp on his porcelain skin, and the girl began urgently speaking.

No, no, I simply HAVE to get you back home with me, please pack your things.

Now thoroughly confused, Tack felt suddenly light and then nothing. Of course this terrifies Najida, who hurriedly packs everything with a quickness and dexterity rivaling Tack's proficiency with string. She takes everything and mounts her horse, Adilah. She manages to go by the skin of her teeth out of the city and meets with her bandit subordinates. Her right hand, well actually more accurately her left hand man greets her. He is a tall, rugged, and stocky man. He is flanked by a small, thin man and the most normal, indistinct, man imaginable. You've seen this man at least twenty times per day, and still wouldn't be able to identify him. The three kneel down before her, the rugged one speaking quietly.