Lyra

Killian gestured to gleaming wooden boxes with carved lettering and intricate patterns on the outside.

"I recognize Buntae and Ondek. I've played those as a pup when I was at school." My mind flashed to a memory of me helping Blake set up the games. I felt a surge of anger at the thought of ever caring for him. The emotion drifted away as I said, "I was pretty good at those, won most of my matches. But what's that last one?" I pointed to the unfamiliar game.

"That's ...