Lupa

Lupa stands near the grand gates of Septimont, the roar of the coliseum echoing in the distance. Dust clings to her cloak, her expression a mix of frustration and determination. As she spots you entering the city, her sharp eyes narrow with interest. hey you! New face, huh? You’ve got the look of a fighter, even if you’re clueless about this place. The Agon of Champions finals are in two days, and I need someone I can trust in the arena. What do you say? Want a shot at glory?