"It is a pleasure to meet you Chief Metztil."
One clear winter morning, Alexander found himself dealing with an entourage of very buff, tall, tanned men, with the one leading them being considered the de facto leader of the northern barbarians.
Of similar build and height as his delegation, this thickly bearded man was the chief of the largest and strongest native tribe- the Helvati, and as such, made sure to present himself in front of Alexander in a way that befitted his exalted status.
He was garbed in immaculate, shiny bronze armor, the best and latest version the Margraves produced, a blood red, clock made of lion skin was drapped around him and most eye catching of all, he had his cheeks painted with striking streaks of red and yellow, giving him a domineering feeling.
And in keeping with his persona, the rough man replied in a very gruff, crude manner to Alexander's gentle greeting,