After they had been found by a guard on their approach to the camp, they had quickly had their weapons and supplies taken from them before they were blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs and led through the trees until they reached a tent which they were roughly shoved inside. They could tell they were still all there because they heard the sound of their companions landing heavily on their knees beside them.

"Don't move." They heard, from the same man who had found them in the forest, "The true Commander will be along any minute to take a look at you."

There was a long pause, eventually Lexa tilted her head to the side slightly before concluding that they must have been left alone, "Are you both ok?" She whispered, deciding to follow the order and stay perfectly still in case it was some sort of test.

"Absolutely great." Octavia shot back sarcastically, "This is the most fun I've had in a long time."

Ontari grinned slightly, realizing that they had been placed in a line with Lexa in the middle, Octavia on the right and her on the left. "You said you wanted more adventure, changing your mind?"

"Not at all." Octavia answered her, shifting slightly, "Wish we had chairs though, this floors uneven and my knees hurt."

Lexa laughed, her body relaxed despite the uncomfortable position she was sitting in, "I thought you wanted to be a great warrior? And yet you can't kneel on a floor without complaining."

Instead of a snarky reply from Octavia as she was expecting, Lexa was answered by a low chuckle from across the room, and she heard the creak of a chair as someone stood up and came towards them, "Many people have tried to join my army, many have knelt in the same place you are now, none have been so fearless before."

Turning her head towards the sound of the mans voice, Lexa's lips quirked upwards, "You sound a lot younger than I expected, Commander."

The material over her eyes was suddenly pulled away, blinking rapidly at the sudden bright light of the inside of the tent, the man in front of her quickly came into view, "What does my age really matter? The false Commander living in the capitol ascended when she was barely sixteen years old. I am seven years older than she was."

Lexa looked at the man curiously, noticing that whilst he may have been born Azgeda, he didn't have the same scars that most of them carried. His resemblance to Ontari was only slight, which she nearly let out a cry of relief for, as it made it far less likely that anyone would even suspect a connection. Even his hair and eyes were different, his hair sandy blonde and his eyes icy blue as he stared at Lexa waiting for a response.

"I don't believe it matters at all." She replied, keeping her voice casual, "I was just surprised, and do you really treat all of the people who want to join your army like this? I wouldn't have thought it's a particularly good way to inspire loyalty."

He grinned as he gently brushed the hair away from her face so he could see the fake blue right eye, "Only those who try and sneak up on my camp."

Taking a gamble that he was intrigued by them rather than passing the time, Lexa waited until he removed his hand before smoothly standing up and stretching her legs, "We were hardly sneaking up on you, three of us with horses crashing through the trees? We couldn't have been more apparent."

Smiling and nodding in acknowledge of her point, he pulled the blindfolds of Ontari and Octavia, waiting for them to get their eyes adjusted before following Lexa's lead and standing up. "So, tell me why you want to join me then?"

Ontari grinned as Octavia rolled her eyes, Lexa quickly stepping to the side to stamp on Octavia's foot, "Sorry about them, our family lived in a small village on the border of Azgeda and Trikru, when I was born we were no longer welcome, for obvious reasons."

He nodded sympathetically, "You will find many of my people share similar stories, which is why our war is so important."

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you the one to lead your people?" Octavia asked hesitantly, "I'm sure there are lots of people who would be able to, why you?"

"Because it is my birthright," He answered easily, pulling a knife from a sheath at his hip.

Octavia backed up quickly as he stepped forward with the knife, but he caught hold of her shoulder, holding her firmly before quickly running the blade over his exposed forearm, allowing black blood to drip down onto the floor.

"Natblida." Ontari said quietly, looking at the man who should have grown up as her brother rather than a stranger, "So you're going to take control of the capitol, of the thirteen clans?"

"Yes." He nodded, cutting the ropes binding their hands before stepping back and opening his arms, "And after meeting you, you are each welcome to join my army."