"I'd want to talk about you, really; though I guess my background's sorta important to know too. Get to know me." [i]Isabella drunk again, beginning in a hushed tone. She didn't seem too eager to tell her tale.[/i] "I'm from a hole called Khaom, not Trayve. Grew up as a child in the slums with one dad, a pit fighter in the past who was crippled. Once I got old enough.. twelve, really.. and dad got sold away, I joined the arena. Killed.. a lot of people. Became Khaom's favorite. Then in the Emperor's Challenge - sorta a competition against the best fighters in the arena, I.. may or may not have crushed the Emperor's head with a rock. So a new Emperor - or Empress - was in line. Ended a war, resigned, took a dragon, apparently got adopted by these Trayven guys.." [i]Isabella sighed, tapping the table.[/i] "That's.. really it."