(F/N) sent one of his men ahead to Alastair's tent to alert him of their arrive. It was another five minutes before the pair came to a halt outside a tent larger even than (F/N)'s. There was a large beast of a horse tethered to a post hammered into the ground to the right of the entrance. Its well-groomed chestnut coat gleamed under the hot sun as it drank heavily from a water trough pressed up against the edge of the tent.

A gloved hand pulled back the canvas folds of the entrance and out stepped a man just several inches taller than (F/N), dressed in a dark slate leather jacket. His hair, so dark a brown it was on the verge of being black, was neatly combed and extended down the side of his face into a well-kept mustache and beard. Yang immediately recognized him as the man she had seen while being escorted through the camp the previous day and judging by the way his black eyes looked her over, she'd guess he recognized her as well. He didn't dwell on her long though, his attentions more occupied by the man she was accompanied by.

"My lord." He said, bowing his head shallowly.

"Alastair." (F/N) smiled.

The shorter of the two men offered his hand, and the two clasped each other's forearms in familiar greeting, (F/N) clapping Alastair on the shoulder in a friendly manner.

"How are things in Jion?" (F/N) inquired.

"I renegotiated our terms with Falman." Alastair answered. "Fifteen units in addition to our original agreement in exchange for the increase in protection. Though Mason believes it should have been double."

"Shar is never satisfied with any contract." (F/N) said. "Fifteen is fair compensation."

Alastair placed his hand over his heart and bowed his head once more. "Silvin told me you were bringing someone to meet me." He said. "Is this her then?"

(F/N) nodded. "It is."

"Lucian told me she is the daughter of Raven Branwen." Alastair said as he examined her.

"So she claims." (F/N) responded, also looking towards Yang.

"Is it true? Is she..."

"She is standing right here." Yang said, getting tired of being talked about as if she weren't standing right before them. "And yes, I am."

"Alastair," (F/N) said, "this is Yang Xiao Long."

Alastair looked back at (F/N).

"Xiao Long?" He asked.

Yang watched the two exchange meaningful looks and she gained the impression that they were partaking in a silent conversation. (F/N)'s brow furrowed slightly which seemed to end their discussion and Alastair redirected his attentions towards the girl standing with them.

"Yang, this is Alastair Urdin." (F/N) introduced. "He is My Word and My Will. Every act is made in my name and every command is ordered with my full authority. Other than myself, there is no one amongst the Family of Sins who holds more authority than him."

With that, (F/N) turned away from the pair and began walking back the way they had come.

"Wait!" Yang called, following him. "Where are we going?"

"We are going nowhere. I must meet with my minister of finance. You, however, are to remain with Alastair."

"That's it?" She asked. "You're just pawning me off on someone else."

"You speak as though you are under the impression that I am responsible for you. You are mistaken. If you are to remain here for any length of time you must contribute to the camp as though you were any other member. Alastair will help you to become accustomed with the camp, but you are responsible for your own survival."

A lump formed in Yang's throat and her mouth went dry. She had actually been under the impression that she would remain at (F/N)'s side while she was there. After all, he had brought her into his tent, to protect her from his men he had said. She thought he would continue to protect her from the dangers of his camp, and now, learning that she would have to fend for herself, she was scared.

"Wait, you can't just leave me." She said, hoping that if she protested enough, he would give in.

"You have an overinflated sense of your importance." (F/N) said calmly. "But if it would ease your concerns, I will leave you under Alastair's charge and he shall ensure no harm befalls you."

Yang considered his offer for a moment. "What about a place to stay?"

(F/N) looked at her, annoyed. "Alastair." He called.

Alastair, who had been standing off to the side, stepped forwards at (F/N)'s summons.

"I am leaving Miss Xiao Long under your care." He instructed. "You are to provide her with residence for her to spend her nights, and provisions during the day. Am I understood?"

Alastair nodded.

"In return," (F/N) said to Yang, "from this moment forth you shall be Alastair's myrmidon and servant."

"Hey, wait a minute, I never agreed to be someone's servant. I didn't come here to..."

Finally losing his patience, (F/N) rounded on her and cut across her protests. "What you came here for is not now, nor has it ever been any of my concern." He said darkly. "I offered you a chance very few people receive, and you denied. You made the decision to remain here and in doing so you have acknowledged and accepted the fact that my will is law. He is my will, and so you shall obey every instruction he gives you without question or hesitation."

"To hell I will." Yang said, doing the best to keep the tremble out of her voice.

"Hell?" (F/N) smirked. "You came here in search of the Head of the Demons and met with me in my own house. Where else would you expect to find me?"