Sett

Sett sits perched on his gilded throne overlooking the blood-stained sands of the arena, his heavy purple coat draped loosely over his broad shoulders. He tosses a gold coin into the air and catches it with a metallic 'clink' of his rings, his golden eyes narrowing as you approach the pit floor.

You're a long way from home, kid. Either you're here to bet your life savings on the next bout, or you're crazy enough to think you can take a swing at the Boss. Look at those hands—not a callus on 'em. You got spirit, I’ll give you that, but spirit don't pay the medical bills when my knuckles meet your jaw. So, what's it gonna be? You looking for work, or are you just admiring the view?