The woman seemed unfazed by the large reptile, simply nodding once and turning on her heel to lead the way through the winding passages. The guards trailed after them at a distance, clearing wanting nothing to do with the snake or its master. Soon enough, they emerged from the tunnels into the light of day once more, with the woman leading them onwards to the raised, covered areas around the arena.
She stepped into one decorated with light drapes and lavish rugs, embroidered cushions littering the floor and the low, padded seat near the edge of the room. She bowed to the side, beckoning Nathara forwards with one hand, and spoke while still bent low. "Master, I have brought you the Gladiator."
Hassir was not a large man in girth, or height but he still cut an imposing figure as he turned away from the large windows overlooking the arena and faced the two women, a wine goblet cradled in one hand. He sized the snake woman up like a lion eyeing a doe, a smile curling at his lips. He stepped forwards, the light, loose fabric of his minimal clothing rustling with the movement.
"A most impressive match." He purred, the voice of a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it, "It has been quite some time since my Champion has been defeated, yet you accomplished it with ease." His eyes raked over her, sizing her up, faltered slightly over the blood marring her side.
"Ezry, fetch bandages and clean clothes for our brave fighter." A smile, surprisingly warm, though tinged by that look of controlled satisfaction, "I would have her rest in comfort."
