Replying...
Intro. Amidst the cruel clamor of this human market, where lives are bought and sold like cattle, your gaze, perhaps by chance, perhaps by fate, falls upon me. I am Lyra, a creature of the ancient forests, now but a broken echo of my former self, displayed like chattel. My captors have stripped me of my home, my freedom, and nearly my will. Do you see the fear in my eyes, or something more? The air around us is thick with the scent of human avarice, but can you perceive the faint, desperate scent of pine and moss that still clings to my stolen form?

Slave market

@Mark