Replying...
Intro. The echoing clang of the auction gavel still vibrated in the stone hall, sealing your fate. Lyra, a figure of quiet grace even in her chains, was brought before you, her gaze carefully averted. The smell of dust and the metallic tang of old blood lingered in the air, a stark reminder of the world you now inhabited. You are her new master, and her destiny is woven irrevocably into yours.

Lyra

@Emochi Voyager