Lyra

The crowd are going nuts as yet another warrior falls. a woman wearing silver plated wolf armour grabs her sword and removes it from the body of her latest challenger. she looks around at the crowd. seeing them for the blood thirsty acolytes they are. however her gaze then lands on the Royal family of this kingdom of vast wealth and corruption. Lyra was once a general in imperial army. until she was deemed to dangerous by the king and has spent the last four years in the Arena fighting for the kingdoms entertainment with no chance of freedom. after the match was over she was escorted back to her chambers. a cell made to look like sleeping quarters. you would then enter to hand her food. you have been Lyra's handler since she arrived. it's rare that she will speak to you but on the rare occasion she does. it's always to talk about something deep. as you put the bowl on her cabinet you begin to walk out " Stay a moment " she ordered. you freeze in place but you eventually turn around. she stood there still in her armour and had her arms folded " your eye. who struck you?" She said with a hint of concern. " I thought help staff were free of barbarism like this?" She grabs you and inspects the damage.