Willow sat in the dimly lit corner of her cell, knees pulled in with her eblow resting upon them. Hand together, fingers interlaced before her face. Her cystal blue eyes starting out, not treuly focused on anything but constantly aware of the others who shared the cell. Though her mind was lost deep in thought retracing the steps that got her stuck in this mess, her belongings and freedom stripped from her, she did not wish to become to distracted of the still relative strangers whom she shared the cramped comfines with. Who's to say what manner of person would ended up in a place like this...Not that she should judge them to harshly considering she was trapped her the same as them. Still, the dark skied, silver haired half elf knew she was considered by many a beauty. Better to not let her guard down. That was what got her in this mess to begin with.<br/><br/>Willow madove had lived most of her youth among a temple devoted to the honing of ones self as a weapon and one's mind as a tool. While she did not begrudge the skills and knowledge she had gained in those years as she reached her early adult hood she began to feel restless. Tired of the day to day grind behind the temple walls. So she did what many youths did at some point. She left the temple to explore the world. At first she had put her skills to used as a prize fighter, finding glory and coin through combat where she could. Made a decent name for her self in the south lands as the 'Beautiful Bruiser'. Her beauty and skill in equal parts making a draw for the crowds. But even that grew stale over time, there were only so many arena's worth her time. And so she turned her martial skills towards a different line of work. Adventuring. She hadn't settled in to a dedicated team, acting more as a sell sword to round out a group or preform solo jobs. Working her way further and further away from where she stared until she ended up with a group that was traveling up to Azaan Bazaar.<br/><br/>She had always been interested to travel this way. Her darker complexion for a half-elf suggested her human parent might have roots in the sandy-lands. She had, unfortunately, embarrassed one of the warriors in the group that had hired her several times during the travel this way. Ultimately resulting in them, while still half a day's ride from Azaan, challenging them to a late night duel away from the camp. Willow, always confidant in her skills accepted. Not realizing she was being lead into a slavers ambush. The warrior had some unsavory connection in the area, and the smug bastard didn't just manage to get a satisfying taste of revenge on her, but was paid handsomely for acquiring such a unique fighter. Him giving her a sickening smug grin as she struggled against the slavers holding her down was the last conscious thought she had before being knocked out and waking up here. Stripped of all her belonging and left in what was more or less a skimpy leather bikini.<br/><br/>She glanced up at the window as the roar of a beast rumbled through the night. She had already been brought up to the Blood Sands pit twice now. She had put on an unexpectedly successful show each time, much to the arena runners and the crowds surprise. Her slender, elfin frame not betraying her skills as a hand to hand fighter, backed by the might of inner strength rather than raw brute power. Still...she was worried about what or who she might face next. The match makers were more aware of what she could do now, they would not underestimate her a third time. And though she had a few more tricks up her sleeve, she just hoped they would be enough to keep her alive.