Yagrid chuckled, scratching the gray stubble on his chin. "Storied, huh? Fancy word for old and stubborn. Let's get to it, then."
The audience laughed, charmed by his easy demeanor.
Ya-Mi began, her tone light but probing. "Yagrid, you've survived the Arena of Life so far, but many wonder—what's your secret?"
Yagrid leaned back, his grin widening. "Secret? Ain't much of one. I keep moving, keep swinging, and don't stop to think about how many ways I can die. Thinking too much in a place like this'll kill you faster than a blade."
The crowd chuckled, though some faces held unease. Ya-Mi seized on the moment, her expression sharpening. "But surely there's more to it than that. I hear you've made some enemies in high places. Care to share the story behind that missing eye?"
