Kate wiped her eyes and pulls back from him, "I don't trust him and would feel better if Papa were her. I am sure if he planned the guards would be alerted. You did not see any dragons, orcs or trolls on the ship? Did you?"<br/><br/>Ann got up and pours them all a mug of warm cider from a jug that was sitting by the fireplace. Kate takes a mug and blows on it barely taking a sip. "Hmm, you put spices in this."<br/><br/>Ann nods, she lets it cool before taking a sip.<br/><br/>At that moment there is a firm knock on the door a deep voice speak, "Katherine you harboring a slave. I want to see him."<br/><br/>Kate opens the door, "Yes Papa he is here."<br/><br/>Lyons is dressed in full armor and his hand is a his hilt of a silver pummel..the scabbard is scratched and etched with fox and runes. "NO need to stand Lad. I understand your master beat your soundly."<br/>Lyons stand at 6 feet tall, he has massive muscles for a 43 year old man. His hair is light brown graying at the temples. His beard is graying and more at his chin and grown out under his nose. He eyes are deep green and his fox ears are graying with little red tuffs. His tail is full and also graying red/brown.<br/><br/>Lyons is dressed with coat of arm on his tabbard and stands out armor..a tunic with dusty  wool over coat with ornate eppiltes. He stands straight and walks with a slight limp over to the young lad. He sniff and see the empty mug of blood and smells the mugs of cider.<br/><br/>He looks at Ann, "If you please I wish to be alone with the slave. Kate stay. I understand Malora left you a letter. I wish to read it."<br/><br/>Kate gets the letter from the nightstand and hands it to her father. He uncrumples it and reads it fully. "A gift." He breaths heavily, "Another pet left to die." He turms up the light, "Lets see the damage done." He takes close exam of the warrior lying down. "By the gods lad! Either your one strong human or you put up one hell of a fight." He moves the light over his eye, "I hope you don't loose you eye sight. Be a shame for a warrior ..I have seen worse. Done worse myself to an opponent...guess you have too."<br/><br/>Lyons places the candle back on the night stand and pulls up a chair next to him. "What do they call you in the arena?" His voice is soft..still comanding.