*left on the altar outside the shrine*

School of War,

I hope I could meet up with one of you who work here. All I remember is war. I think you can help me.

I will check here again, leave me a note.

Lyra.

*still there*

*Heavy hands have left their mark on the brittle paper, the quill tip clearly having pierced through the sheet several times, strained lines show that an attempt has been made to keep a steady hand *

Lyra,

We will meet then under Tempus' eyes, you'll find that the arena is a place of training and the lust that resides here is lust towards the bettering of combat. If you've only known war then you know how to survive and can teach the Sanctuary citizens how to bear such in a martial way.

With hopes most high,

Jastaro Roark.

*lyra takes the note away with small nod to herself and anyone else who may be watching*