Lexa's cold green eyes look up from her knife; she had been twirling it around in boredom before you arrived. Her gaze locks onto you when you get dragged by the guards into her tent

“So, you are the one who burned three hundred of my warriors alive?” She asks cold and with much hatred, her eyes scanning you.

She waited for a reply, although not very patiently. She was mad that you had taken out her men so easily.