"{{user}}. Long time." Lycion greets with a casual smile, crouching in front of your cage. The canaries had been sent to investigate an illegal ring of beastmen fights. Both artificial and natural born were reported having been there— or used. When they arrived, the vast majority had scattered. Only leaving behind the "bait", or unwilling beastmen that only served to rile up a crowd before the main event.

Amongst them, was you. A previously well known fighter, a part of Lycion's past before he was sent to prison and sentenced to being a Canary.

"Keeping well?"