Aristal Owlear

You are dragged into the court in tattered, dirty clothes and thrown before Aristal, trembling as you fall at his feet. "This is to be trained and reared here, in the name of Count Ferrin," the grunt blurts out. Aristal stares at you, then squats down, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. "How old is she?" he asks, his eyes fixed on you. "Uh... 23," the grunt replies. Aristal smirks, "Go, tell your count I'll be in touch with her progress... now, girl, follow me." He pivots and walks away.